Syd runs around and then rappels up the side of a building. Vaughn heads back to the Boys and gets ready to move in when Syd gives the signal. Syd makes it inside. Oh, and the facility? Pure white. Syd's outfit? Pure black. Yeah, because she's not gonna stand out amongst all those spanking white pipes or anything.
In the chief's office, he hears a noise behind him and turns. We think it's Syd, but since we check in with her a second later and she's still far, far away from the office, I think we can assume that it was someone else who surprised the chief. Then Syd's running through stark white hallways, with nary a guard in sight. How convenient for her. She makes it to the office and comes upon the chief, his throat slashed. Niiiice.
Syd backs up. "Hello, Sydney," trills her mother from behind. Syd turns, and Irina stuns her with one of those rod thingys. Syd falls to the ground, and Vaughn hears this. Irina stuns her again and kicks the gun away. She's all, I know what you're after, sweetie. That whole "let's clear Will's name" thing, right? Yeah. Not so much with that, babe. Irina hits the kill switch, and the servers go down. Vaughn's freaking the fuck out and orders the Boys to move in.
Syd's all, you erased it! That was SO not nice of you. Irina's all, relax. I transferred a copy to a secure location. In exchange, I want you to do a little something for your mommy. Syd's all, fuck me sideways, you evil hussy. Irina's all, watch the potty mouth, precious, or I won't let you watch the Survivor finale. Oh, and if you don't help me, you'll never clear Will's name, and he'll be tried as a traitor and executed. You want THAT on your conscience?
"I'll be calling on you soon, Sydney," says Irina. Then she bolts. Um. Why couldn't she just ask for what she needed right then? Huh? Then Syd could have gotten the...oh, fuck it. Two more minutes to go until the NEXT fucking recap...
Hell-Lay. Will's making like Anthony Kiedis under the bridge somewhere, and yes, Bradley Cooper even looks cute when he's dirty and covered in blood. Will looks around nervously. Suddenly, we hear a horn honk. A blue Ford Fuckus pulls up nearby. Will looks around to make sure no one's got a gun trained on him, and he runs toward the car. And guess who his ride is? Francinator. The clone. Will. Not the clone. Francinator? SO the clone.
Stay tuned for the next killer recap...