Commercials. I love Topher Grace. It's kind of wrong how much I love him. In fact, I love him enough to erase Scarlett Johansson's presence from that movie so that I'll actually enjoy it. Shut up, Scarlett. Your somnambulistic performances make me want tozzzzzzzz...
We're back. Vaughn's codename is "Shotgun." Heh heh. Shotgun asks Marshall why they can't use standard comms. "Because that would mean we wouldn't be able to use the cool laser gun listening device thingy that the writers dreamt up after that big hash party they had," says Marshall. Actually, Marshall just says something about how Bishop has frequency jammers or something, so if Syd tried to use comms, she'd have to strap a generator the size of a baby hippo to her back and that wouldn't be very convenient, now would it, a hippo strapped to her back, like, what would Bishop say and how would Syd pass that off and -- Vaughn just ignores Marshall and exits the Appleseed Van. Heh.
Bishop Manor. Syd and Syd's Industrial Strength Blonde Wig of Spydom are showering. Bishop's watching from the doorway. Ew. While Syd and her wig are wet, Bishop goes through her things that, um, obviously survived the blowing up of the car, I guess. The shower stops and, after coming across Marshall's Laser Watch, Bishop quickly drops it and retires to a chair across the room. Syd exits the bathroom and sees Bishop there, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. The Strings of He's A Wife-Murdering Bastard trill over the soundtrack. Syd compliments his shower. They chat about nothing, really, and then Bishop mentions that he hasn't been in this room in three years. "Not since my wife left me," he says with a sneer.
His cell phone rings and Bishop says something in German to the Burgermeisters. He hangs up and checks Syd's bruises, which are extensive and an ugly purple-yellow. Bishop rightly surmises that all of these bruises didn't come from the accident and he wants to know who she's running from. Syd just cryptically answers that she left someone, only he didn't want her to go. "Who is he?" says Bishop, already enamored of Sydney's strong-but-wounded bird act. "I can have someone talk to him." Syd just says she's all right now that she's with him, and then Bishop tells her he has to go into town for business, but when he gets back, they'll have dinner. Syd trots out a Southern belle accent for good measure and says she's not going anywhere. Especially since she doesn't have a car. Bishop orders her not to leave the house because there's security everywhere. He leaves, and we go to commercials literally four minutes after we just went to commercials. Wow. They're stretching this hummer out, aren't they? I'm not complaining, mind you; the more commercials, the easier the recap!