Just then, Daughter Lewis skates up to talk to her mom. "I was just telling your mother how talented you are!" says Sloane. "You know, you skate like an angel." God, he's disgusting. LOVE IT. "Thank you," says Daughter Lewis, skating off. "You're welcome," slithers Sloane. Lewis turns back to him. "Enjoy the rest of your day, Senator," he sneers. "Thank you, in advance, for your support." He walks off, and there's this moment when he grabs onto the frame of the ice guard where it looks like he's about to fall over, and then he maintains. The look on his face is of utter disgust. As much as I'd like to believe the old Evil Uncle Inappropriate is back, I'd have to say that, as of this viewing, he's back, but reluctantly. Because he looks totally disgusted by what he's just done, and only Ron Rifkin can pull something like that off. He can make me hate him and love him at the same time. Damn. The man just RULES.
Warehouse of Not-So-Dead-Daddies. Élodie and Getty go look at the monitors and discover that all the Black-Clad Gits are gone. Getty thinks they're on the roof. Élodie notices that Getty's hurt and starts to get a bandage for him, even though he gruffs at her that it's nothing. He pulls off his jacket, revealing some fairly nice biceps, and then pulls a beeping locator device out of the jacket pocket. "I found this device," he says. Good job, Getty! You found a beeping device! You rock! As Élodie patches up his arm, he says that it's a tracker device and that all of the guys had one. He says it's probably following a signal and Élodie asks, "To what?" Getty takes the device and follows its signal over to the chamber. Élodie follows along behind him. On the exterior of the chamber, there's a small box that's emitting a faint blinking red glow. "It's the emergency beacon," says Getty. "You must have activated it when you opened the container." Élodie disagrees, thinking she might have noticed a big-ass blinking red light on the outside of the container. Somehow, Getty gets the bizarro idea that he can somehow piggyback off the signal from the container and signal a call for help. Élodie nods her silent agreement to this plan. I honestly don't know what's going on. Isn't it fun?
Apple Store. Jack's rooting around in some files when Dix approaches with his report from DSR on the chamber. Jack tells him that Rachel and Marshall are going over the Desantis files in the conference room so, um, why not go there and hang out with them? Dix is like, yeah, sure, I'll get there soon. But in the meantime, I just got off the phone with the office of Senator Diane Lewis and, uh, her office was following up with a request to reinstate Arvin Sloane's security clearance so he could return to the Apple Store. Oh, I told them I didn't know what in the HELL they were talking about. Jack is all, uh, yeah, the request came from me. It was granted, right? Dix is like, oh, sure, yeah, he's been given full access. Gold level, baby! "Are you certain this is the right course of action?" asks Dix. "I believe Arvin Sloane now has a single purpose," says Jack. "To save the life of his daughter. If it is within my power to help him with that endeavor, I will do so. Gladly." Dix, who's no eejit, says, "Of course." Inside, he's thinking, "Fool, do what you want. I'm keeping a major eye on that bastard." He turns to go, but stops and looks back at Jack. "I suppose having him here at APO allows us to keep a close eye on his activities." Jack just looks at him. "Yes, that thought crossed my mind as well." Snerk.