Marseille. The Algerian arms dealer is hanging out with his peeps, playing...dominos? Oh, no, wait. It's mah jongg. That's...an interesting pastime for a bunch of arms mercenaries. What are they, eighty and living in Miami? As they're determining whether to move the East tile or the one with the pretty little purple flower on it, a motorcycle approaches and then crashes right through the door and into their mah jongg game. It's Élodie. She gets up and quickly dispatches the dudes with some flashy knife work and a crack or two from her helmet. She fells the arms dealer with a dagger to the leg and then strangles him until he gives up some info on Vak. And...that's pretty much all we see of Élodie for the entire episode. Man. I hope she gets a nice per diem while she's hanging out in Hollywood basically doing a day of work here and an hour of work there.
Gym of Angry Blonde Girls. Rachel's hitting the shit out of a heavy bag. Getty enters and is like, oops. Sorry. I'll come back later. Rachel's like, dude, it's fine, you can use the bag. "No, it's okay," he says. "I don't really like to work out around other people." Heh. Rachel says she could use somebody to spar with. "I don't really...spar," he husks. Heh heh. Rachel's like, uh, yeah, neither do I, which is why I could really use your help, Mister Man. Getty finally agrees to help her out and they start sparring. As she hits his palms, Rachel asks how many fights he's been in and he twits, "Enough." "Did you win?" she asks. "Of course," he says as she continues to hit him. Rachel makes this face like, "Uh-huh, yeah, sure you did." Getty reads her expression and suddenly alters his story, saying, "Mostly. Wait. What'd you hear?" Heeeee.
Rachel backs up and hauls off with some half-assed spinning kick and Getty drops her easily. "Don't ever do that spinning kung fu crap," he says. "You'll get yourself killed." Rachel's like, fine then! What SHOULD I do? "For real?" he says. "I fight dirty." Heh. I bet you do. "Dirty?" asks Rachel. "Go for the eyes, the nose, the throat, the nuts--" "THE NUTS?" "--inflict as much pain as is humanly possible." Rachel says she doesn't think she can do that, and Getty goes off on her, telling her she shouldn't be here if she can't handle it and everyone's taking care of her and if she can't pull her weight then she should just pack up her playthings and go home to mom-- WHAM! Rachel clocks Getty with a tight right hook. Heh. "That was better," he grits. "I wanna see more of that." Hee. This scene is awesome. Just then, Getty's phone rings and he's told that they have a briefing in fifteen minutes.