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1x11 The Confession
There's still a giant heat lamp over Cuba. Jack is having problems with his
contacts. Oh, wait, no, that's Morse code. MV's chin dimple deserves
above-title billing in this episode. Courteous!Vaughn informs Sydney before
he turns in Jack for being a KGB killer. Marshall gives the thumbs-up to a
documentary about the ABC promo department. Vaughn plays hardball with
Hassan. (Stop snickering, Beavis. That wasn't a prison joke.) Syd decides
that she's not gung ho about getting dirt on her dad after all; it must've
been that stilted "thank you" that did it. Vaughn actually calls her on her
selfishness. Go, Spine!Vaughn, go! Oooh, Spine!Vaughn is a naughty boy.
Dixon, dude, just because you actually got to DO something in this ep
doesn't mean you should start yelling Sydney's name in a crowded club.
Don't let the action go to your head. "Screw me?" Why, yes, Vaughn, don't
mind if I do. OK, he really shouldn't have trusted Hassan. Cuz, you
know, Hassan's, like, a lying weasel and stuff. I'm gonna blame it on his
dad-trauma preoccupation. Vaughn files away Sydney's dislike of being
licked on the face for future reference. Awww, Vaughn can't even lie to Syd
to avenge his father's death. Clearly his mom must be a looker, because he
didn't get any of his hottie genes from his dad. J.J. ruins a perfectly
good Sting song. IntellectuallySexy!Vaughn rattles off pi to six digits.
Oh. My. Vaughn pulls his gun. [Mandatory time-out for drooling.] OK, does
it seem a bit excessive to anyone else to have an anti-intruder
device that blows up everything you've got stored? Vaughn gets in his
Stairmaster workout at the CIA gym. Weiss misspells "Ineni." Vaughn gives
Sydney an "amazing" compliment. Jack drops a mom-shell.
-- By Souris, Vartan Ho #4
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