Just then, Sydney walks up. Wow, that subtlety was completely underwhelming. She brings a nice bottle of wine as a celebratory gift. Looks like SSSWill has had a glass or two of whine (haw! cue knee slap) himself as he interrupts the dinner by asking Sydney if he can talk to her in private. Everyone stares at them. I hate Will.
Will confirms that they're, like, rilly, rilly, rilly good friends, and he'd never do anything to hurt her, but he's a curious guy. Sydney starts freaking out and asks what did he do. Will reveals that the night Danny was killed, he'd booked a flight from LAX to Singapore. Will has a total John Belushi-esque eyebrow waggle of triumph on his face. Sydney says kindly that she already knew that, that Danny had had a medical conference in Singapore, and they were going to fly out afterward and meet in Bali. She starts to cry and tell Will that every day she has to forget finding Danny the way she did, and that she needs to move on. Will finally seems to Get It (although I'm betting in future episodes he won't). He feels like a total asshole. Jennifer Garner does a good job here, because you can tell that she didn't really know about Danny's flight and is lying on her feet.
SD-6. Sloane tells Sydney about "Doomsday Six," an operation where six nuclear warheads were smuggled into and buried in the US. All of those were found. Wow, it's like a big scavenger hunt, but with plutonium! The information that Sydney and Dixon recovered revealed that there was a seventh, unknown nuke that's still missing. Sloane tells Sydney that someone named Ivanov is babysitting the nuke in Virginia, and she needs to go do some serious recon.
CIA. Sydney calls and tells Vaughn she's going to see Ivanov, and hangs up. Cut to Vaughn talking to Porcine Boss. They argue. Porcine Boss says that they're moving on the information they have on those disks, even at the risk of blowing Sydney's cover and sacrificing her. Vaughn tries to lay the smackdown and tells him to read her files, and PB will realize she's an asset. PB says he already has read the file. Ouch! Vaughn begs for at least five hours. Porcine Boss agrees and almost plows down Sean, who was standing in the outer office. Sean says, "Whoo. Impressive. Balls. Of. Steel. No, that's what I'm going to call you from now on." He stops a random agent. "Hey, have you met Balls of Steel?" The other agent grins. I do, too.
Title: "Virginia." Sydney pulls up to the address she was given, but -- d'oh! --it's a cemetery. She walks through it and finds a giant tombstone with Ivanov's name. Strings Screech Sorrowfully.
Then -- oh God, where's my Maalox? -- Sydney runs over to the shed, kicks down the door, and the next shots we see are of Sydney getting near the coffin.. Apparently Sydney, with an enormous shovel, bare-handed, dug up several pounds of dirt. Now. As someone with a hearty peasant background who has done her share of yard work, can I say that there's NO WAY you could dig up that much dirt and not scrape your hands raw on a shovel? And that it would take a good long time to dig up a grave? Oh yeah, and that it's broad frickin' daylight when she's doing all this? Hi, Plot -- I'd like you to meet Plausibility. Oh, that's right, you two are in the middle of a bitter divorce.