They enter the greenhouse, and Sexy Kampinski tells Sloane Clone that they've managed to create bees that work harder and longer, all for the common good. That's when Sloane Clone sees the orchid over in the corner. He calls it by its proper name, paphiopedilum khan, and says it's the rarest form of lady slipper orchid, thought to be extinct. It exists, or at least has existed, according to Google. Sexy Kampinski suddenly looks nervous and says that the orchid isn't the real thing; it's just a close cousin. Sloane Clone disagrees and moves forward to examine the flower. "What do you want?" asks Sexy Kampinski. Why, Sloane Clone just wants to hang out for awhile. Do some research. Maybe take a cutting of the orchid. You know, in exchange for $50 million bucks deposited into the Hot Monk accounts in Vanuatu and Samoa. Kampinski is all, yeah, I may be hot, dude, but I'm not STUPID. I'm a man of God, you short little monkey. Not a merchant. Take your creepy white-suited ass back home where it belongs and bugger off. Sloane Clone takes this rather well, and gets on the horn to his people and says that he's coming home.
That's when his people kick into high gear. A pretty girl hangs up her cell phone and turns to the guy to her. "Plan B," she says. He turns to a mini Clifford and fires it up. Immediately, shit starts happening with the bees. They start attacking the Hot Monks. As Clifford spins, Sloane Clone's henchmen watch and the bees go into hyperdrive. Sloane Clone watches as they all drop dead around him. He's wearing protective gear, of course. He heads on over to Sexy Kampinski, whose formerly hot face is all swollen and disgusting. He begs for help, and Sloane Clone holds out a vial of anti-venom. But he wants the Rambaldi orchid formulas first. "You go to hell," spits the monk. "You first," returns Sloane Clone, firing a rifle directly into the monk's head. Ouch.
Hell-Lay. Jack's doctor is instructing him to keep his arms bent so that his wrists are above his heart. Jack's all, yeah, I know, keep the arms bent. I GET IT. Jack's a very cranky patient, it would seem. Syd smiles at the doctor, and Jack's all, they treat me like an idiot! And he starts to put his arms down and Syd's all, dude? Keep 'em up! It's for your own good. Jack's supposed to follow Dr. Liddell's instructions to the letter, or the cure won't work. Why this means Jack has to go around with his arms uselessly bent upwards is beyond me but, you know, it's funny watching him flounder like this. Jack hesitatingly tells Syd that he never thanked her for what she did during the whole "I'm My Own Mother" Saturday Playworks Series. She says he doesn't have to thank her. He asks whose idea it was for her to pretend to be Irina. Syd says it was Sloane's.
Then she sits down on the bed and talks to her father about how he broke protocol when he told his wife he was in the CIA and that's how she stole agency secrets. This would be a much bigger reveal if they hadn't already revealed it back in, what was it, SEASON ONE? I think the writers need to stop sucking on the exhaust pipes of their cars and start perusing some past season DVDs, no? Whatever. Syd goes on to say that he also said something about resigning from the agency. "You would have, Dad," says Syd. "If she hadn't left?" Jack's back to his gruff old self. "I didn't like being away all the time," he grits. "Not being a part of your life." Aw! "You're part of it now," she says. AW! I just love these two. Can Victor Garber be my daddy? I'm sure my real daddy won't mind at all.