At the end of the montage, Bucky and Syd go back and forth about their past. Blah blah and BLAH. I so don't care about this "relationship." Of course, I so don't care about ANY relationship right now, fictional or otherwise. But that's a different story, which I'll tell to my therapist this coming Thursday afternoon. Note to self: Request prescription for Paxil. Also, note to self: Ask shrink if okay to mix Paxil with vast quantities of Stolichnaya.

Center For Chick Music And The Guys That "Dig" It, But That Doesn't Mean They're GAY. Willage is pressing Francie to hurry up or they'll miss the previews. Francie's scrambling around, looking for a coat, and finally winds up just borrowing one of Syd's. Right. Because Syd's not, like, HALF HER SIZE OR ANYTHING. Not that Merrin Dungey is a big fat article or anything. Not even close. It's just a really stupid plot contrivance created so that Francie can dig into Syd's pockets and find one of her ticket stubs. A ticket stub, in and of itself, isn't telling, but when Syd's just informed her friends that her latest trip was to Seattle and the ticket stub says "Italy" on it, well, that screams volumes.

Conference Room Of Endless Expositions. Sloane's debriefing the troops. I wish I could tell you exactly what he says, but this entire scene is so full of spy lingo and vacuous plot devices that I honestly can't be bothered to write about it. Suffice it to say, Kasineau's purchased a couple of computer thingies which may make it possible to figure out how many pieces are missing from the overall Rambaldi whatever. I'm serious, people. I could really give a shit about all this. It all comes down to Syd having to steal some "data core," which is kept in a sub-zero cryogenic chamber hidden away underground in Kasineau's Arkhangelsk complex. And even though Dixon's actually Syd's partner, Bucky steps in and claims that, because he knows the area around Kasineau's place pretty well, he'll deal with it or something. Again, don't care. Shut up, Bucky. Oh, and Sloane? Pass Bucky some Kleenex. That cakey white shit in the corners of his mouth is really starting to bug the hell outta me.