Spy Daddy ends his exposition dance with the statement that, for some reason, Khasinau is trying to expose both he and Sydney. Just then, the door to Bradley Cooper's dressing room opens. French Guy exits with a man who vaguely resembles one of the Beastie Boys in the "Sabotage" video. Oh, sorry. It's just Willage in a hideous black shag wig and a circa-1970s disco shirt.
Sydney suddenly embraces Willage and whispers that he can't tell anyone about this. She begs him to promise her that he won't say a word. He promises. She starts to cry as French Guy and his cohorts cart him off. "I'll see you at home," she sobs. "And tell Lypsinka I'll have her wig back to her by tomorrow afternoon!"
Back in Hell-Lay, Uncle Arvin's doodling on some papers while chatting with Auntie Em on the speaker phone. She's babbling on about making plans for visits or some such shit, and then she says something about keeping your sense of humor. Arvin's not really listening, because he's just noticed that Alain Christophe from The Alliance is on the other line. He quickly hangs up on his soon-to-be-dead-in-some-way-or-another wife and picks up the other line. Christophe congratulates Sloane on the Paris job and tells him that, due to Em's cancer, Sloane's request to spare her life has been approved.
Before Arvin can breathe a much-needed sigh of relief, we're treated to the vision of Dixon and his wife in bed. No, not like THAT. Dirty birds. No, Dixon's having a few mini-flashbacks of his own. They involve the South American operation where Dixon got shot. Remember that? Remember, when Syd called the CIA on her phone and announced herself as "Freelancer"? Looks like Dixon heard that after all.
The next day (I'm guessing here), Dixon turns to Syd and asks her about how she hurt her arm. Syd blithers some cockamamie story about hiking in the mountains and slipping off a scree. Dixon, not buying a single second of this stupid concoction, tells Syd that she should have told him, because they're supposed to tell each other about their injuries. "Full disclosure," he says, staring at her. "Full disclosure," Syd repeats, for lack of anything better to say. They smile at each other and turn around so that Sydney can look off into the distance and wonder if Dixon knows about her, and so that Dixon can look off into the distance and wonder if Sydney knows that he knows about her.