Yorkshire. The home of pudding. Syd's sitting at a table having tea with a granny in a fuzzy Chanel jacket who simply won't shut the hell up. Syd's sporting a rather hilariously large hair flower that matches her magenta dress. The hell? As Granny Chanel natters on at her, Syd spots Caroline Goodall across the way and seems to recognize her. Jack, elsewhere at the party, turns to look at his daughter and she gives him the oh-so-subtle "check out the chick" head jerk to the left. Syd excuses herself from Granny Chanel's table with a hearty Virginian "thank yeeeew!" Caroline's at the tea table, chatting up some tweedy bloke, when Syd walks up and tells her that she forgot a napkin and significantly hands her one.
The napkin obviously said something along the lines of "Get yer arse into the room with the piano, pronto," because, seconds later, Caroline enters a room where Jack is picking out notes on a Steinway. She smiles at him and says, "Do you still play?" "No," gruffs Jack. "Gave it up years ago." Caroline tells him that he shouldn't have approached her at the party, and Jack grits, "I take it Joseph still doesn't know what you do for a living?" Oh, burn. Caroline's unfazed: "How would it look for the French ambassador to have a spook for a wife? Besides, this is where I get my best intelligence." "I already talked to the minister of finance," snits Jack. "He's a dimwit." Hee! He gets all the best lines in this episode.
Caroline cuts to the chase and asks Jack what this is all about. He says that they believe that someone inside MI:6 is attempting to acquire a micropulse bomb. Caroline thinks this is outrageous; Jack agrees, and states that they've come to the conclusion that there's probably a double agent within the organization. Oh, isn't that always the way? Pesky double agents. Jack says it goes even deeper than just a double agent, and asks her if she's heard of Prophet Five.
We switch quickly to Joseph, Caroline's hubby, who's wandering around, asking people if they've seen his lovely wife. Syd quickly intercepts him before he can head into the house and asks him if he's the French ambassador and would he mind helping her with her, like, Français? Joseph's like, uh, dude? I have lunch with presidents and world leaders; I do NOT work for Berlitz. But he helps her anyway, and stand there with this stunned expression on his face as Syd blabbles at him in her fakely bad French. When she's finished, he tells her très bien and hopes this ends their little rendezvous, but Syd's just getting started. She does this little happy dance and starts to yammer more bad French as Joseph looks like someone's shoved a flaming tiki torch up his rectum.