Then we see Penis Head hitting redial on the phone, ostensibly at 6:30 that evening. "Hello?" says Penis Head. And, yes, I just love typing that. A distorted voice responds on the telephone: "The Rambaldi device in exchange for Sydney Bristow. Do we have a deal?" "Yes," says Penis Head. "Keep this phone with you at all times," responds the voice as we switch to the interior of a plane and see it's Spy Daddy whose voice is being distorted. "You will be notified as to time and place." Jack ends the call and moves to the back of the plane. Okay, so he has endless warehouses of weapons and medicinal supplies, extra warehouses just for hanging out in, and a PLANE AT HIS DISPOSAL? Like, how do I get me one of these Spy Daddys?
Jack parks it across from Vaughn, who's sitting across the aisle from Syd. "Lauren did well," Jack says to Vaughn, who just sort of nods as if to say, "Oh, shit. I thought Head would have shot her or something. Well. Can't have everything." Jack nods at Syd, who takes her cue and grabs her stuff and moves to the front of the plane, hoping that her future husband and her father can finally have that heart-to-heart she's dreamed of all her life. It happens, after a fashion, and it's actually more humorous and heartfelt than any scene we've seen so far this season. And that's saying a lot, considering how many humorous and heartfelt scenes we've seen so far this season. "I never thanked you," says Jack with not a little difficulty, "for helping me extract Sydney." "You don't have to thank me," says Vaughn, working that three-day-old stubble like only he can. "Yes I do," says Jack. "Especially given your history." Vaughn acknowledges this with aplomb. "I used to think you didn't have much of a spine," says Jack. "And has that assessment changed at all?" asks Vaughn. "No," says Jack, totally serious. Vaughn just looks at him and does a slow burn smile that says, "Oh, yeah it totally HAS!" Jack returns the look and delivers a similar slow burn smile that says, "You bet your sweet ASS it has!" Heh. I loved this scene. Really.
New Haven, Connecticut. Home of Yale and This One Guy I Dated In High School Who Went There To Study English and Telecommunications and Wound Up Trying To Write The Great American Novel Then Ended Up Just Going Into His Father's Business, Namely, Advertising, While I Went On To Make My Living As A Writer. Heh. Yeah. I might've been waiting ten years to put that down. Aaaanyway...Jack, Vaughn and Syd pull up to a warehouse that is presumably not one of Jack's. They get out, and Jack knocks on a door. A pretty girl, clad only in a large blue man's oxford shirt, answers. Jack's all, um, is the doctor here? 'Cuz he's expecting us. Pretty Girl -- obviously under the influence of something other than a venti gingerbread latte -- says, "Wow. Say something else." Jack's all, look. Can we come in or WHAT? Pretty Girl lets them in.