Back at Oops Center, Jack's sitting at his desk flipping through his Trust intel when Dix walks up and introduces Marlon Bell, the guy who runs legal policy at Justice. In other words, the guy Jack said he'd talk to. They shake hands. Marlon blathers something about how glad he is that they caught Sloane because it was his signature on the pardon agreement and, you know, it's so embarrassing when you pardon someone who really deserves to die. Yeah. That sucks. Marlon goes on to say that he was really looking forward to seeing the son-of-a-bitch die. Jack, for some reason, doesn't speak up about The Trust, and just looks after Marlon with a grimace on his face. Then he picks up his Trust folder and drops it into a drawer, slamming it shut. Oh, that can't be good.
Uncle Arvin's Cage Of Caginess. The doors slam open and Jack enters, bearing a bottle of wine and two glasses. "You're not gonna help me," says Sloane. Jack just responds by pouring a glass of wine and saying, "In April '75 in Saigon, you toasted Sydney's birth with a bottle of Chambertin Clos de Bez. Your favorite. Now that I know you have a daughter, I thought I should return the honor, especially considering they share the same mother." Oh, man, he's good. "Irina betrayed both of us, Jack," says Sloane. Wonder what he means by that? He goes on to say that Irina sought Sloane out for information, the same way she did Jack. Jack takes a seat. "She was my wife," he grits. "She was a KGB spy," says Sloane, walking over to Jack, "who cared nothing about you or me." He takes a seat. "I've always thought that you understood your relationship with Irina was nothing more than that. But now that your schoolboy crush on the woman who destroyed your life is preventing you from saving mine, I will have to revise that assessment." God-DAMN that's a good line.
Sloane glugs from his glass of wine. Speaking of which glug. Glug glug. Jack says something about how Irina affected Sloane's life just as much as his. "I knew the possibility existed that Sydney would be drawn into our world," says Jack. "But I often wondered why you were the one who sought her out, why you showed such paternal affection toward her. Now I know. You did it because you were angry. And jealous. And wanted to take away the one thing that was important to both Irina and me -- the symbol of what we had and you didn't. Sydney." He stops and looks at Sloane as Sloane chugs more wine. "You're right," he continues. "I'm not going to help you. Since this is the last conversation we will ever have, I want to make this perfectly clear. What you have done to my daughter is nothing compared to what I will do when I find yours. Salut." Jack picks up the wine and takes a tiny sip. Which is important because oh, hell. It's just important, okay? And this scene? KICKED ASS. Notice an overwhelming lack of snark? Notice that? Yeah. I thought so.