Conference Room of Endless Expositions. It must be a few days later, because Jack's informing the troops that Caroline got back to him and confirmed their suspicions about a double agent at MI:6. She hasn't identified the double agent, but she did manage to identify the man who designed the weapon. Jack brings up his picture on the Wall of TVs, and it's Terrible Haircut from Siberia. His name is Basarov and he's a tenured faculty member at the University of St. Petersburg. Jack says that Basarov is on his way to a conference in São Paulo, Brazil, where he's scheduled to give a lecture on theoretical microdynamics. "Wow," says Marshall, "sounds awesome!" Jack just stares at him. "Well, you know, um, Brazil," stutters Marshall. "Isn't that the place where they have the, uh, string…oh, not bikinis but --" "Thongs," says Jack. "Yes!" says Marshall. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA. Oh, man. Every time I watch this, it makes me laugh just a little bit harder. Garber's expression is priceless. You just know the entire table of actors broke the hell up during this scene. Hell, they're barely keeping it together right now. I have to admit, I couldn't help but replay this scene in my head during the rest of the episode. 'Twas a mite distracting, but hilarious.
Jack goes on to say (THONGS!) that Basarov is scheduled to receive a transmission within 48 hours (THONGS!) that will inform him of where and when the sale of his device will take place. It's assumed that he'll receive this transmission (THONGS!) via his laptop at the conference. Marshall says that they just have to get access to the laptop, upload the bugging software, and they're in like Flynn. Piece of cake. He can do it no problem. Jack glares down at him (THONGS!) and says that Marshall needs to stay behind to decrypt the transmission. Jack's expression: There is NO WAY I am sending you down there with the THONGS and the TOPLESS BEACHES. Marshall's expression: Is this because I asked about the THONGS? Jack assigns Rachel to the Brazil job, and the meeting adjourns.
Later on, Rachel's getting ready to head out. Syd walks up and hands her the bugging program. She asks if Rachel's okay with the assignment, and Rachel says she is and that she's glad she's going; anything to keep the investigation moving. "When's the last time you did something just for fun?" asks Syd. Hello, Kettle? This is Pot. You're black. "Hitting Gordon Dean on the head with a shovel," says Rachel, "THAT was fun." Heh. Syd says she has to have a life. Dear Kettle: Again, you're black. Love, Pot. Rachel says that she'll work on the whole "get a life" thing after she gets back from Brazil.