Irina quickly gets to her feet, grabs a gun, and starts shooting. Syd then quickly gets to her feet, grabs a gun, and starts shooting. Jack's already on his feet, has already grabbed a gun, and is already shooting. All three of them. Standing there. With no cover. Shooting. Shooting at approximately twelve to fifteen men. Just shooting. Shooting away. It's a good thing that the People's Revolutionary Front didn't see fit to enroll any of their soldiers in any kind of marksmanship training. I mean, shooting at people and actually HITTING them probably isn't all that important in the world of revolutionaries. Yeah. It's probably all about peace summits and bake sales. As the Spy Family shoots the shit out of the PRF, it's dimly suggested that Sydney actually hits one of them. In fact, I believe it's suggested that she actually hits Gun Guy. This isn't really clear, however. What is clear is that one of the cataract-inflicted PRF soldiers has managed to barely nick Syd's side with one of their bullets. Syd grimaces and drops to her knees.
What's that noise? It sounds like a violin on acid. Huh. Oh. Wait. I know what that is. It's U2. It's U2 singing "Walk On." To echo my sentiments from the beginning portion of this recap, I'd just like to state, for the record, that I truly enjoy U2 and their music. I think it's actually a requirement. I'm Irish. My father was Irish. My great-grandfather and great-grandmother were born in the west of Ireland. It's, like, part of the JOB of being Irish that you MUST LIKE U2. At least, in some capacity. But I truly do like them. Have since October. And I really like the song "Walk On" and almost all the other songs off that album.
But do I like "Walk On" in this particular scene of this particular show?
What, was the music director on PCP while they were on vacation? Like, how much effort does it take to look at this scene and find a truly appropriate piece of music? I would say anything from the Propellerheads to Junkie XL to The Doves to, hell, EARLY U2 would be better than this particular song. Actually, if the music director had a quirky sense of humor, something like Edith Piaf would do the trick. Or Nina Simone. You know, just for a silly bit of irony. I think Alias could do with the occasional infusion of Guy Ritchie cleverness.
Anyway, Irina drops down in front of Syd and asks her if she's okay. Syd responds that it's just a scratch. There's a click behind Irina's head, and Jack instructs her to drop her gun. Syd scrambles to her feet and splutters, "Dad --" "Quiet!" Jack snaps. Irina drops her gun to the ground without hesitation. She stands and turns to Jack. "Jack, we're in enemy territory and the PRF knows we're here. We need to start trusting each other right now." Jack just looks at her. "You will not carry a weapon." Irina resigns herself to Jack's paranoia. "Okay."