Previously on Alias: Anna Espinosa returned from the dead, Sark led Vaughn on a wild Sark chase, and Nadia up and got herself shot. Will she make it out of this episode alive? Dun dun DUUUUUN! Yeah. Let me save you some angst. She makes it. She survives. Don't say I never did you any favors. And somebody pass the parmesan Goldfish crackers and a stein of vodka because Mama needs something strong to get her through this episode.
After what feels like twenty minutes of previouslys, we finally get up to speed and hook up with Syd as she waits by Nadia's bedside. Uncle Arvin enters, wearing an expression of, "I will GET the bitch that did this to my baby girl." Syd tells him that the Estonian doctors managed to get the bullet out of Nadia's back, but that the internal bleeding was so severe they've had to put Nadia into a coma until her body recovers. Or something. I honestly don't know why putting someone into a coma actually helps in a situation such as this, but this is why I'm not a doctor and WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THE VODKA? Because if the rest of this episode is going to follow this format and make me confused for no reason, I'd better be drunk. Or, you know, drunker than usual.
So, yeah, Nadia's in a coma for at least the 48 hours. I know I mentioned it in the recaplet, but it bears mentioning again: Ron Rifkin acts the hell out of this first scene. And he does it with the way he uses his eyes and twists his lips around his words. I shit you not, it's the most impressive acting I've seen so far this season. Just as I'm about to steal Jamie Foxx's Oscar (yeah, I saw Ray and all I have to say to you is: Don fucking Cheadle -- man was robbed) and hand it over to Rifkin, his phone rings and he spits, "I thought I told you I was not to be disturbed." Apparently, whoever is on the other end doesn't care about this directive, because Sloane listens for a second and then just says, "I'll be right there," and walks off.
Apple Store. The elevator doors open up and Hannibal the Cannibal is wheeled in and -- oh, wait. It's actually Sark, done up to look like Hannibal the Cannibal. Only without the weird Starling fetish and apparent lust for human flesh. I know Sark's a wily little fucker, but last time I checked, he hadn't chomped someone's tongue right out of his mouth with his pulse barely rising above eighty-five, okay? All I'm saying is, last week? They let Vaughn hang out in the cell with Sark without any extra precautions, but this week? Dude gets wrapped in barbed wire and stapled to a trolley? The fuck? Either he's hella dangerous or he's…not. The vipers' nest of writers needs to make up their damn minds.
So, whatever, Sark's wheeled into a conference room or something and placed before Sloane. His hood is removed and he sees his old buddy, sitting in front of him. He smirks. "This is…classic," he says. Hee. Elsewhere in the building, Dix and Jack are watching the action on a monitor. Dix doesn't like that Sark seems to be the only way they can get intel on the CRF, mainly because Sloane signed an agreement with Langley not to meet with Sark, so the whole meeting thing really can't be good. Jack states that Sark won't spill the beans unless he feels he's meeting up with his intellectual match. Oh, whatever. I mean, really.
Sark blah blahs something to Sloane about how, way back when, Sloane managed to dupe a bunch of CIA agents into thinking they were working for the real CIA, when in fact they were working for the Alliance. "How you convinced the U.S. government into offering you the real thing is a story I am dying to hear," he sneers. "Suffice it to say, Arvin, you have my undying admiration." That whole line is just…bad. You don't convince someone into doing something; you just convince them to do something. And he says "dying" in one sentence and then "undying" in another? What, were the writers on a sabbatical in Vegas when this episode came up on the roster? Were they all down at the craps table losing their shirts and drinking Wild Turkey? I don't…yeah, this is not going to be a good recap for me, I can tell.
Sloane just slides a folder over to Sark. Sark opens it. There are a bunch of pictures of slaughtered men inside -- men who, Sloane says, were the guys who were going to get Sark out of custody in Johannesburg? Huh? What? Sark planned the whole Johannesburg thing, I thought. The? I? Whuh? In the whuh whuh? Whatever. Sloane says that Sark'll have the same thing happen to him if he refuses to cooperate. Yeah. I'm sure he's reaaaaal scurred. Sloane wants to know how to retrieve the bomb. I really missed the memo on the whole "bomb" issue, but I've come to the conclusion that the virus or whatever from the last episode has been combined with some bomb thingy from the guy Anna met up with in the very last scene and now it's, like, a devastating nerve/virus bomb or something. I know. My cerebral cortex aches.
Sark says that the Cadmus Revolutionary Front is fronted by some dude named Ushek San'ko, and this guy is going to take possession of the bomb very shortly. How Sark knows this, I have NO idea. Jack calls up intel on Ushek as Sark tells Sloane that he's happy to help him retrieve the bomb. "I promise you," says Sark. "You have my word." Sloane's all, oh, "your word"? Yeah. That and a buck fifty won't buy me a cup of coffee, dingbat. Sark's all, dude? I've been in prison. I means whats I says now. He is so full of shit. He's playing everyone, just like he always does. I don't know how he does it, but the man can be lashed to an ironing board and not have the use of his hands and STILL he manages to have the upper hand.
So, Sark has a wee little demand in exchange for his help. "I've heard from unreliable sources that Lauren Reed is dead. Now, I've filed numerous requests about her status. All have gone unanswered. What I want is to visit her grave. I want to see her body for myself." "How nice for you," snits Sloane. "But I'm not in the habit of granting the wishes of pretty little blond tarts with a penchant for dead chicks. Blow me, butthead." Actually, he just says, "I'll arrange for transport." Huh? What? No, "Uh, sorry, dude. No can do. Have fun back in prison!" Just, "Yeah, okay. Sure. You want a limo?" "There's something else," says Sark. Of course there is. How 'bout a frappuccino? A fluffy pillow? Some hookers and a pile of coke? Looks like Sloane's feeling fairly generous, Sark. I bet you could even get a pony at this point.
Elsewhere in the Apple Store, Vaughn and Syd meet up to recap last week's Sarkastrophe in South Africa. Vaughn announces that he thinks Sark is trying to cut a deal right now and Syd's all, ew! I hate Sark! He's smelly! We can't trust him! Vaughn's all, oh, whatever. In about twenty minutes, you're going to make out with him while I watch, so this entire conversation is stupid and unnecessary. Syd's all, no, seriously, HATE SARK. Vaughn's all, get over it so we can get on with the damn plot already. Jack, always eager to please, shows up and announces that Sark's going to lead the CIA to Ushek. Oh, and he wants to exhume Moronen's body. Vaughn's all, what? No fucking way, dude. Tell that little pisher to get bent. I am OVER his shit. Or he just says, "Fine. Let him." THE HELL? I…I think the writers WERE in Vegas when this episode was being written, but I think they handed the writing duties over to an orangutan named Bert who got paid in carrots. I mean, WHAT? Then Jack is all, oh, okay, so you're fine with the exhumation thing, right? How 'bout this? Sark wants YOU to open the coffin for him. ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH THIS? "Eeee eee eee!" says Bert, scratching his butt in some Vegas hotel room. "Eee EEEE! EEEE eeee EEEE!"
Lord. So, Jack's all, will you open the coffin? Syd's all, YOU CAN'T MAKE HIM. Jack's all, uh, actually, I can, but right now, I'm just asking him, so how 'bout you go make yourself useful and, like, get me some anti-coma medicine or something. Vaughn's all, yeah, okay, fine, I'll open the coffin. Syd's all, YOU DON'T HAVE TO. Vaughn's all, yeah, maybe you should listen to your father for once in your life. Jack's all, yeah! Syd's all, whuh? I'm all, thank god there are approximately twenty minutes of commercials during this damn episode because I AM READY TO KILL SOMEONE.
And now is the time on Alias when we fire up the drums of hate and the turntables of pain and I GET READY TO KILL SOMEONE.
Secret Chamber of Cryogenically Maintained Dead Ex-Wives. No. I'm not kidding you. Moronen hasn't been buried, you see. She's frozen. In a tray. In some basement somewhere. Vaughn says it's for national security reasons. I say it's because the Alias staff didn't want to spend the money on a decomposing Moronen dummy and it was cheaper just to get Melissa George to lie still for five minutes while wearing blue lipstick. Vaughn unlocks the drawer, and it takes about three hours for the damn thing to open, which gives Sark time to wax pathetic about how he hopes to achieve closure or something in regard to Lauren's death. Oh, Jesus. Vaughn blathers something about how you have to care about stuff in order to need closure. Sark returns the blather, saying something about how maybe he just hopes the three of them can share a moment. GAH. I hate this whole scene. I really do. Unless it's proven, further along in the season, that Sark did this whole thing as part of some grander manipulation, I will hate this scene and the fact that it suggests that Sark actually loved Lauren UNTIL THE END OF TIME.
"Your wife loved me," says Sark. OH REALLY? REALLY? Blurgh. Blah. I am seriously going "etttccccthhhh" out loud in my living room right now. I wish you could hear me. That bitch didn't love anything but her black eyeliner and Sark sure as hell doesn't love anything or anyone nearly as much as he loves himself and this whole damn storyline is KILLING THIS SHOW FOR ME. Right now. Killing. Gah. Vaughn FINALLY opens the damn drawer and Sark unzips the black case that encloses Lauren. God, this is taking FOREVER. We see bullet holes and more bullet holes and Sark says something about how the holes are in a triangular pattern, consistent with CIA training, and this suddenly makes him stand up and say, "It was you. You did this." Um. Yeah. He did, Sark. And you already knew this. Or have you forgotten that you actually SAID AS MUCH TO VAUGHN ONLY LAST WEEK? Seriously. What in the hell is going on with this episode? "Braaaaack!" says Bert, sucking on a popsicle. "BRAAAAAACK EEE EEE!"
God. GOD. Whatever. Vaughn says yeah, he killed her, whatever, she deserved it, you already knew anyway, I hate this scene. Sark's all, you killed the woman I loved, even though I totally didn't love her, because I really love Sydney, and beer nuts, I love beer nuts, and crying, I love crying, even though I don't have tear ducts, but I'm going to make a good show of it and just, you know, start sobbing here, in order to make it look like I care, which I don't, and while I'm fake crying, I'm going to just grab some of Lauren's DNA or something, so I can use it later in the season WHEN I DON'T SUCK SO HARD. Sark finally stands up and says that he'll take Vaughn to the CRF but he wants him to face what he did first and MY GOD WILL IT NEVER END. Vaughn looks down at Lauren and it's Melissa George all right, and she's never looked better. The Strings of Why Does This Episode Suck So Much kick into high gear as Vaughn and Sark (hopefully) both get that damn closure they seem to require.
St. Aidan's Hospital for Comatose Siblings. Syd's stomping around with her cell phone, ordering Dixon to look up one of Anna's old call signs. Weiss is waiting outside Nadia's room as Syd approaches. Sloane walks out and blah blahs something about how he doesn't hold Syd responsible for what happened to Nadia. He then repeats that thing about how Anna won't kill Nadia because it's not her destiny. Syd's all, oh, please. Not that prophecy shit again. Sloane's all, dude? All I have is my faith. Right then, a fire alarm goes off. Everyone scrambles, but the Appleseed Gang knows their shit, so Syd and Weiss go off in search of whoever tripped the alarm, and Sloane stays behind in order to protect Nadia until the security detail gets there.
Syd runs up some stairs as Anna, sporting a blue cable knit cardigan, snakes through a corridor elsewhere in the building. While Syd and Weiss are busy running around for no reason, Anna calmly walks into Nadia's room and shoots her three times. We don't see her head, but blood oozes out from beneath the blanket, so we're supposed to assume she's dead. But she's not. In case you were worried. Also? So much for Anna not killing Nadia because of her "destiny." Yeah. Where's your Rambaldi prophecy now, huh, Sloane?
Her job done, Anna leaves Nadia's room and walks off. Syd comes up, and they see each other and start shooting. Then Anna grabs a fire hose off the wall and wraps it around herself. Then she hauls ass toward a window at the end of the hall and starts shooting, finally launching herself out the window and flinging down to the ground. She runs off without a scratch, and Syd runs back to check on her sister. Seeing the blood, she's obviously concerned, but when she pulls back the blanket, all that's beneath it is a bunch of blood bags. Ew. Sloane comes up and says that Nadia's door; he thought it would be a good idea to move her until the security team showed up. Guess he's starting to lose his faith in the prophecy, huh?
Nadia gets moved to the Apple Store where Doc Pineal can manage her recovery. Sloane and Jack ponder why Anna would come after Nadia in a public place like that. Sloane's all, dude? I don't give a damn about Anna's agenda. Kill the bitch. Jack's all, dude? You must chill. Sloane's all, whatever corners you have to cut, whatever favors you have to pull, find that slut and eliminate her. Jack's all, what about that faith you had that Nadia will survive? Sloane's all, homes? This ain't about faith. Kill. The. Bitch.
Marshall's Garage of Geekiness. Remember that security camera from the last episode? Well, it recorded something, and Marshall has it. He yammers at Jack about how he patched into the Estonia system and bladdedy blah and Jack just cocks his eyebrow at him, like, dude? GET ON WITH IT. There's more and more yammering and blathering and finally, Marshall plays the video and we hear Nadia asking NBC what he's planning and then he whispers in her ear and…Marshall has no idea what the guy says. Well, that was…fruitless. But he did manage to isolate a part of the footage, and it looks like Anna was lurking in the background and she saw everything that took place so, obviously, she thinks Nadia knows something. Jack thinks this is why Anna went after Nadia in the hospital.
Conference Room of Endless Expositions. Sark gave the CIA the meet protocol for Ushek. A coded ad was placed in the personals and, if all goes well, they should have a response by the evening edition. Syd's all, then, what? You and I go in there alone? Vaughn's all, you mean, is it a glorified date? Huh? Whuh? Syd's all, uh, no, that's not what I meant, but, uh, is it? Vaughn's all, uh, not if you think having Sark along for the ride constitutes a romantic interlude. Well, now that you mention it, Vaughn…Syd's concerned that Sark will burn them. Vaughn just reminds her about the explosive chip in Sark's neck and says that if he takes one step out of line, boom. Syd kind of looks down at her hands in the universal gesture of, "Pay attention to me, because I am sad." Vaughn picks up on it and reaches over, trying to assure her that Nadia will be okay. Yeah. Because let's not forget, it's ALL ABOUT SYDNEY. Hey, Syd, while your boyfriend there is trying to comfort you, how about you return the gesture and, I don't know, make sure he's okay after he HAD TO OPEN HIS WIFE'S COFFIN AND SHOW HER OFF TO HER EX-BOYFRIEND? God.
Recovery Room of Comatose Sisters. Jack's grilling Doc Pineal on Nadia's progress. Namely, he wants to know what might happen if Nadia were to come out of her coma, um, early. Doc Pineal says that the quicker she's revived, the higher the risk of heart attacks, strokes, and an alarming ability to HATE THIS EPISODE. Jack will take those odds, apparently, as we'll see in just a minute. But first, we have to check in with the Terrible Trio as they make their way to Venice, Italy for the meet with Ushek. Syd wants to know all there is to know about Ushek. Sark just says that he coordinates terrorist activities and he's fairly certain he's the dude who tasked Anna with getting the bomb. He goes on to say that Ushek wants to meet at a club in Venice where they've done business before. "He wants me to come alone," says Sark. "Alone?" snits Vaughn. "That's interesting." Hee. That line alone takes this episode from a D to a C. Seriously.
Sark's all, dude. I gave you my word. Vaughn's all, tell it to the hand because the head ain't listening. Sark's all, seriously. My word is my bond. Vaughn's all, dude, you're about to betray a former business partner; doesn't really instill a lot of faith in your loyalties. Sark's all, I've become a trustworthy man, dude. Promise. Vaughn's all, heh heh heh, no. Where you go, we go. Get used to it. Now, of course, since Sark can't go alone, Syd has to dress up like Lauren so Ushek won't be suspicious. No, I'm not kidding. Yes, it's stupid. No, it doesn't make sense. Yes, I am annoyed. This is where the vodka comes in. DID I MENTION THE VODKA?
So, yeah, whatever, Syd has to dress up like Lauren because she's dealt with Ushek on the phone before and therefore it would make sense for her to show up with Sark. I guess. I don't know. In some random hotel room, Syd dons a really bad blonde wig and makes herself up to resemble Lauren, only she leaves out the most important part: The Evil Black Eyeliner of DOOM. Sorry, Syd. No one will even remotely buy you as Evilauren without the Kohl Shadow of Death. For no reason whatsoever, we get a quick shot of Jack watching Sloane watching his daughter in the Recovery Room of Comatose Sisters. Then we go right back to Syd-as-Lauren. Yeah. No idea. Vaughn's watching Syd get made up as his dead ex-wife. Syd looks over at him. "How's this?" she says in a bad impersonation of Lauren's voice. "Perfect," he says. "But you could use a little more black eyeliner. Here, just take the burnt edge of this match…"
Venice. Italy, not California. We're at a club. Vaughn's leaning over a balcony. Syd walks through with Sark stapled to her side. "I must tell you," says Sark, taking a seat on a sofa, "Lauren and I had a reputation. Certain intimacies were public knowledge. We must maintain appearances." Heh. "Dream on, you perverted freak," drawls Syd. Hee. Yeah, that line just brought it to a C+. Ushek approaches with a skanky ho attached to his arm. He greets Sark and Syd and leans down to drool all over her hand. Oh, ew. Ushek pours shots of tequila all around and wants them to toast to the CRF. Vaughn watches from above. Everyone drinks. Ushek rather grossly spills some tequila down the cleavage of his skanky ho and snorts it up. Blurg.
Ushek asks what their business is. Sark just gabs something about insider information or something. It's dumb. Trust me. Ushek is all, information about what? Sark's all, yeah, someone told us you got your hands on a chemical bomb. Ushek's all, what bomb are you talking about? Syd's all, the one you hired Anna Espinosa to steal. Ushek says nothing. Syd gets up, pretending to be irritated that Ushek's not sharing info. He'll share the info, in exchange for something. Syd's all, what's that? "Mr. Sark has told me about your…predilections," Ushek says, foaming at the mouth. "Mmm? I have a room above this club. I'd like to watch that. For myself." Okay, WHAT? He'll give them information but only if he gets to watch Syd DOING IT with Sark? I mean, what does she do that's so original that someone would want to watch it? What, does she do it while standing on her head? Are there circus clowns involved? Does it require a trampoline? WHAT?
"You have my permission to kill him if you'd like," smirks Vaughn from above. Heh. "I'm sure Julian's told you that we never mix business with pleasure," Syd trills, shoving a lime into Sark's mouth. Then she sucks down a shot, leans over, and chews on the lime while it's still clamped between Sark's teeth! Hee. There's an extended kiss and a chomp and Vaughn watches and it's hilarious and Syd finally grabs the lime and pulls back, revealing that Sark's lip is bleeding. Hee hee hee. Okay, we've moved up to a B- with this scene. Ushek's sporting some serious wood, and Syd just keeps sucking on her lime. Suddenly, a shot rings out and Ushek goes down, having been plugged in the throat by one Anna Espinosa. Vaughn runs off after her as Syd quickly handcuffs Sark to a handrail. Syd follows Vaughn and they both run after Anna. Shoot shoot shoot, run run run. Anna gets away. Syd and Vaughn return to Sark and…he's not there.
He's with Anna, of course, and they're charging down some dimly lit hallways. They head out to a boat and get in. Vaughn and Syd keep lamely looking for them. In the boat, Anna tells Sark he has an explosive device in his neck. How in the HELL did she know that? "EEEP!" says Bert. "Eeep ooop oop, MEEP." Anna just slices into Sark's neck with a scalpel in order to get at the device. Heh. Back with Syd and Vaughn, he thinks they should blow the tracking device and kill Sark. For some bizarre reason, Syd hesitates because Sark could lead them to Anna. Speaking of Anna, she's still slicing into Sark's neck. Ew. She nabs the device and removes it. Just then, the signal on Vaughn's Sark-o-Meter goes blank. Anna then introduces herself to Sark and a temporary partnership is born.
After the break, Syd calls her daddy and fills him in on the happenings in Venice. Jack just orders Syd to check with her sources and find out if there are any rumblings about a bomb sale. They get off the phone, and Dix enters and basically says a bunch of stuff about Sark and Anna and tracking them and GIVE DIXON SOMETHING BETTER TO DO ALREADY. Jack then realizes that he has no choice but to get Nadia out of her coma so he can ask her what NBC whispered in her ear. He heads into a medical supply room that's unlocked, of course, because that's what medical supply rooms are for, you know, being unlocked, and Jack, whose training as an ER doctor really comes in handy at moments like these, grabs a drug bottle and a syringe off a shelf and blithely heads off to snap Nadia out of her stupor. He walks right into her room, because why would there be any extra security surrounding the room of a girl who was just the target of an ASSASSIN, and quickly injects the Drug of Awakening directly into Nadia's IV. He brushes a lock of hair off her face and suddenly she comes to and removes her oxygen mask.
Before we can find out what she says, we head over to Anna and Sark, who are enjoying a little post-surgery pilaf. Well, Anna is; Sark's not eating. Anna's all, eat! Eat eat eat! Sark's all, no! No no no! And you first! Anna takes a bean off his plate and eats it. Sark wants to know what the hell Anna wants from him. Anna just exposits that she became a fan of Sark the minute she heard he killed his own father. She goes on to say that her goal that evening was to take down the CRF and head out into business on her own, selling the bomb for a tidy profit. And she wants to partner with Sark. Anna has a buyer in mind for the bomb, and he just happens to be someone Sark's done business with before. Sark takes a sexy bite of pilaf (can pilaf eating be sexy, you ask? It can when it's David Anders doing the eating) and he and Anna smirk at each other over their wine.
Apple Store. Jack's on the phone, telling Syd that Anna's going to sell the bomb to some dude named Michel Guinot. Syd asks where the intel came from, and Jack's all, uh, your sister, dude. I woke her up! She says hi! Actually, he just tells her it's classified, but reliable. Sark and Vaughn are supposed to intercept the sale and detain the principals. The meet is taking place at some graveyard, and Jack impresses upon Syd the importance of nabbing both Sark and Anna. Elsewhere in the Apple Store, Sloane's making his way to his daughter. Doc Pineal tells him that Nadia's fine; she's out of the woods. Sloane thanks him. Before Sloane can go buy his daughter a congratulatory teddy bear, Doc Pineal thinks he should know that Nadia had four times the prescribed amount of Deloxin in her system. That's the drug they use to wean patients out of medically induced comas. Doc Pineal's all, dude? Your daughter didn't just wake up. Someone did this to her. And I believe I know who it is. No, really, doc? WE ALL KNOW WHO IT IS.
Before Sloane can track down Jack and kick him in the teeth, we have to go to our forty-seventh commercial break. Thank god, because I've had about all I can take of this particular episode.
Venice. Again. Some more. And still the Venice in Italy, not California. Sark and Anna are meeting with Guinot. Conversation, chatting, discussion, who's Anna, is she your partner, should I trust her, et cetera. Seriously. It's that unimportant. Anna puts the bomb down on a step as Syd and Vaughn watch the action from above. They head down to get busy. Guinot likes the bomb and the price. Syd and Vaughn move in. They take out some secondary guards, but Guinot, Anna and Sark flee. Vaughn tells Syd to go after Sark and he'll go after the bomb. Running, chasing, running, chasing. Vaughn tackles Guinot and bounce! Bouncy bounce! The bomb goes flailing. Vaughn catches it, though, so that's a good thing.
Sark runs. Anna runs. Sark runs. Anna sees Sark running. Sark runs. Anna runs after him. He gets to the end of a corridor and runs through a gate, shutting it behind him. He locks her out. "What're you doing?" she screeches. "Sydney!" shouts Sark. "I'm a man of my word!" Syd makes her way toward his voice. "I will kill you," hisses Anna. Sark just…slips away. Heh. Syd creeps after Anna. Anna meets her with a big-ass pole. And then they fight. I have to mention that there's a moment here where Anna whacks Syd with her pole or whatever and she whacks her HARD, and every time I've seen this part, I actually yell out, "D'OH!" It's a hefty whack, yo.
More fighting. Flipping. Fighting. Hitting. Finally, Syd manages to kick the shit out of Anna and she goes down. "The United States government has some questions for you," grunts Syd, placing cuffs on Anna. Heh. Vaughn shows up and kicks Syd's gun over to her. Syd picks it up and Anna sort of heaves at her, showing us that no matter how hard you fight, drag queen make-up will NEVER melt off. Syd then delivers a smackdown with the butt of her gun, and Vaughn walks over. They hug. Because chick fights take a lot out of a girl.
As some girly guitar song plays over the soundtrack, we switch over to the Recovery Room of Comatose Sisters. Weiss is standing by Nadia's bedside doing a lame magic trick. I'm sorry. It's lame. I love him, but…lame. Nadia seems to dig it, but she's also on tons of drugs, so, what the hell does she know? Syd enters, and Weiss leaves. The sisters have a chat, with Nadia asking about Anna and the bomb. Syd tells her they nabbed them both. "And hey," says Nadia, "we didn't kill each other." Yet.
Elsewhere at the Apple Store, Jack's filling out some paperwork as Sloane approaches. Jack tells Sloane that he's acting director again because the Anna case is closed. Sloane tells Jack that Nadia's out of her coma. Jack's all, yeah, how 'bout that. Thank god she pulled through. Sloane's all, yeah, why don't we leave God outta this, eh? He goes on to say that he's onto the whole wake-up drug scenario. "As a professional courtesy," he says, "I would like you to justify your decision." Heh. Jack's all, uh, remember that part where you told me to get Anna by any means necessary? Sloane's all, I'm evil, not AUTISTIC, dumbass. Of course I remember that part. But I don't remember saying you could risk my kid's LIFE. Jack's all, uh, you indicated to me that this wasn't Nadia's time, dude. You said she'd pull through. "Don't tell me you're losing your faith," Jack quips. Heh.
"When I stepped down as director of this task force," says Sloane, "you had full discretion. I'm not going to argue with your choice because the mission was a success. But I would have appreciated, as a father, to be apprised of your decision to my daughter's life at risk." Heh. "As you do mine, every day," snaps Jack. Nice one, Jack. "When I accepted this position," says Sloane, "I made two agreements: one with Langley and one with you. A pact." "That's still in effect," says Jack. "But only because my daughter is unhurt," says Sloane. "I wonder, Jack, what assurances I have that you will continue to honor it." Oh, man. These two are up to no good. I TOLD YOU SO.
on Alias: It's hard to tell from the preview clip, but it looks like Jack gets beaten up and Nadia tries on an expression other than beatific understanding. Namely, she looks pissed and, dare I say, eeeeevil.