Back in the Disney backlot oops! I mean, "Mexico City," Syd watches as Oransky pulls some pictures out of his briefcase, closes the briefcase, and drops the photos on top. Syd's all, I gotta get closer to get shots of this. Sean's all, don't get TOO close. Vaughn's watching carefully. Mrs. Vaughn's watching Mr. Vaughn carefully. YEAH. WE GET IT. SHE'S ALREADY JEALOUS. Just do us all a favor and get rid of her, okay?
Syd moves closer and turns near a spinning tower of sunglasses. She watches and takes photos through the sunglasses viewing mirror as Oransky and Sark blah blah about someone revealing themselves and how the pictures Oransky's taken are the new target. Sark likes the name of whatever this thing is: Medusa. Marshall's all, the images are good, sir. He looks up at Dix. Dix gets the message and tells Syd to get the hell outta there. Unfortunately, Oransky's seen Syd and her frankly BLATANT attempts at eavesdropping, and he says, "That woman is watching us." Syd bails just in time and runs out to the market area. Worst. Spy. EVER.
"Retriever, I think I've been made," she says. You THINK? I mean, perhaps if you hadn't been BENDING OVER THEIR TABLE AND LICKING THE PICTURES, they wouldn't have fucking NOTICED you, dumbass! Sean's all, "Mountaineer, stay put. I'm comin' in." Dix, on the horn, tells Sean that he should stay put because the exits might be blocked. On Sark's end, Oransky's all, she may have seen the photos! Sark's all, then make sure she didn't.
Vaughn picks up a headset as Mrs. Vaughn watches jealously. She DOES. Vaughn directs Syd out of the market. Syd heads to the exit. Unfortunately, Oransky picks himself up a nice young girl and puts a gun to her head, dragging her out into the open marketplace. He's all, Gringo in the Marketplace! Eh? Poncho? You know who you are. Well, it's certain that WE all know who she is.