Sydney says she knows all about the murdered operatives. Vaughn says she doesn't know, because she's not thinking of them; she's only thinking of herself. Wow, that's totally unexpected, to hear Vaughn giving Sydney what-for. Good for him. Vaughn says he understands that she's making a connection with her father for the first time in her life, and he understands how difficult it is to ask her to sacrifice that, but she also knows the right thing to do. Sydney tells Vaughn that he may be right, but she needs some time to come to terms with what she has to do. Vaughn's brow furrows so much that it looks like an accordion. There's even a cheek-furrow by his mouth. Sydney asks him to not do anything until she gets back to him, and drives off. We get another shot of His Furrowedness, who then whips out a mini-cassette recorder and plays back the conversation he just had. I like Vaughn much more when he's being a weasel. It almost gives him a personality.

Athens. Long shot of some white buildings. Inside of "Club Pantheras." Annoying electronica plays. Sydney enters, wearing a strappy fringey red dress, her red Marshall-made specs, and a fringey choppy wig. She tells Dixon on her headset that she needs another set of eyes. Dixon says he's working on it. Sydney and her outfit look pretty cute -- it helps that her hair's in her face -- but poor Dixon got stuck with Joey Lawrence's old wardrobe: an awful velvet button-down shirt and some leather pants. Whoa. Dixon bursts into the security room of the club and knocks out the guard. He tells Sydney that Secoulis is in the room to her left, through a bunch of mirrors. She looks up at the glass ceiling to see a bunch of hoochie mamas dancing over her.