Marshall flips up the cash tray on his briefcase, revealing a computer or something, and he scans the database records while Syd removes a piece of fake skin or something from the palm of her hand and slaps it on the computer screen behind the manager's desk. Outside, Rumble in the Rasta Vineyard continues. Back in the office, a picture of the manager comes up on the screen, so it would appear that when the manager shook Syd's hand during their introductions, she got an impression of it on her plastic fake skin thingy and now she has access to the bank's secret accounts. Syd opens the safe beneath the screen and pulls out a box that has the secret account cards in it. All the accounts are randomly numbered, so Syd has to ask Marshall for the number, which he rattles off and she doesn't even write down because, again, phonographic memory super-spy that she is, she just hears it and gets it and finds the account card she's looking for. She hands it to Marshall, who scans it into the computer. Syd checks her watch.
Outside, Rasta Dix and Vaughn of the Vineyards are roughly escorted out of the building. The manager starts moving back toward his office. Marshall finally gets the whole card, gives it back to Syd, and she puts it back in the box and shoves it back into the safe, shutting the door after it. At that precise moment, the bank manager enters. Syd looks up all, d'oh! The bank manager's all, uh, dude? What in the hell were you doing? Syd Joisey's, "Jist…breakin' inta ya safe?" There's a moment, and then the bank manager just cracks up because obviously a woman this crass and mobster-ish wouldn't know HOW to break into a safe and isn't that just the funniest thing ever? They all share a giggle at the humor of it all.
Hell-Lay. A doorbell rings over a shot of the city at night. We switch to the Ovary Electric, where Syd's answering the door for a pizza delivery guy. She's having a party, apparently, and the place is packed with people. When I first saw this scene, I was like, "Um…how can Syd have a party? All her friends are dead or in witness protection." But then it quickly became clear that the party was actually for Weiss and his birthday and then the fact that there were dozens of people around made total sense because Agent Sean would totally have tons of friends because he's the cutest, sweetest, funniest CIA agent on the planet. But maybe I'm biased.
The pizzas land on the kitchen counter and Marshall greedily slaps a couple slices onto his plate. Dixon's all, dude? Way to stuff your face. Have some manners. Marshall's all, what? You're taking three. Dix is all, dude? These are for my KIDS. Marshall's all, well, mine are for MY kid. Dix is all, HE'S NOT ON SOLID FOOD YET, YOU PLEBE. Marshall doesn't care. He's taking his multitude of pizza slices and going off to hang out with his imaginary wife and his baby that doesn't exist. Meanwhile, Agent Sean's over against the fireplace, gettin' his groove on with Nadia. Syd sees this and comments to Vaughn that she thinks something's going on between Weiss and Nadia. Vaughn agrees, but cynically predicts that it's going to end badly, as it always does, and he, Vaughn, will have to pick up the pieces when it's all over. Syd's all, how 'bout we try a silver lining on that little cloud of blackness you have hanging over your head, huh, chief? Then she shoves a piece of pizza in his mouth. Hee. Cute. Also, Vartan? You still single? CALL ME.