Vaughn shows her the file. His "dad" is deeply scary-looking -- kind of like Frankenstein's monster. That is one big, square head on that man. Vaughn says he made an appointment to meet with Devlin on Monday to report her father, and asks if she'll go with him. She gives the slightest of nods.

Will's House Of Faked Orgasms. (I'm assuming.) Sydney pulls up. A truly unbelievable, absolutely horrible, violation-of-the-laws-of-God-and-man version of "The Man I Love," sung by STING of all people, plays in the background. I loathe Sting. In fact, I loathe him so much that I can't even listen to The Police anymore. Now he perverts Gershwin? Great.

Sydney, wearing The Big, Cozy Sweater Of Emotional Breakdowns, knocks on the door. Will opens it. Sydney is crying. She asks if Jennie's there. Will tries to play it like he doesn't know what she's talking about, but then says, "No, she's not," and bids her enter.

Sydney sits down. She's crying. Will sits across from her and asks what's wrong. Sydney starts to sob. Will sits beside her and puts an arm around her. She lies down on the couch, pulling Will with her. Will asks softly if she wants to tell him what's wrong. Sydney mutters that she just wants to stay there for a while. Will says, "Of course," and settles in. I have to hand it to Will; he managed to keep his mouth shut and be a good friend, for once.

SD-6. Slo-mo. Sydney enters and hands her dad a note. Her VO reads the note aloud and asks him for help in setting up the aforementioned mission.

Sloane's office. Jack enters and gives him the intell.

Conference room. Sloane gives Sydney her mission, crediting it to Jack's intell. Sydney says, "Good work," to Jack. His face is still all bruised and battered. My. That was mighty lame of Sydney. Way to give yourself away. All throughout, Sydney is a little too chipper and eager.

Crete. A lonely, windswept beach. Sydney watches Secoulis through some night-vision goggles from a hill. The beach looks really gorgeous, even with a huge weapons silo planted smack-dab in the middle of it like some nuclear zit. Sydney tells Vaughn and the rest of the CIA team that Secoulis is leaving. Sydney approaches the silo, and I start cracking up -- she is wearing the tightest possible one-piece camouflage jumpsuit I've ever seen. It's like a leftover from J. Lo's wardrobe when she was visiting the troops in Afghanistan, or from a military-themed Britney Spears video.