"So," says Sydney, "when Sark brings the solution to Kasineau, he'll be bringing us along as well?" And we're back with Sloane. The pursuit of Rambaldi is incomplete without the ampoule, apparently. "In order to recover it," says Sloane, "you are authorized to use all necessary force. Is that understood?" Yeah, Dixon gets it. He's not happy about it, but he gets it.
Alrighty, we're back in the Subbasement again. Vaughn's worried that Sark may have seen Sydney back when she was practically in his lap in the Russian mannequin warehouse. Syd's confident that Sark didn't see her, even though she was nearly licking his earlobe, but, even if he did see her, he won't recognize her because she'll be dressed as a Middle Eastern drag queen. Or something. Agent Amorous is all worried because Sark's a sadistic murdering madman. Syd recognizes this as Vaughn's suggestion to bring someone else in on the job; she's not having any of it. "This is my op," she says confidently. "Okay," says Agent Amorous reluctantly. "We leave for Denpasar tonight."
Denpasar. Yeah, try to find something funny to say about that. We see Dixon, dressed in a garish Hawaiian shirt and a golf cap that are supposed to make him look like a tourist but just wind up making him look like he has terrible taste in clothing, walking through an airport.
Huh. Strange time for a commercial break but, like, whatever. I'll take this opportunity to visit the facilities and order another drink. More limes this time, Julio! And bring Mistress a clean ashtray!
Newspaper of No Importance Whatsoever and, Obviously, No Newsworthy Stories. Willraldo stares for a moment at the spy-pin and then picks it up. He speaks into it. "Hi. I don't know if you can hear me or not, but I've thought about it. I'm back on the story." He picks up his cellphone and stares at it, willing (hee!) it to ring. Dude. If Deep Throat really is The Weasel, I'm seriously doubting that he's listening to you 24/7. He's probably settling down onto his brown corduroy sofa with a nice cold Schlitz and firing up the latest Pamela Anderson / Kid Rock porn tape. He'll get to you in due time, my friend.
St. Somewhere Else Hospital. Auntie Em's crashed out in her bed. Uncle Arvin enters and looks at her from the shadows. Auntie Em sees him and says hi. He approaches and sits on her bed. She caresses his face as he asks her how she's feeling. "Better," she says, her eyes almost tearing up, "now that you're here." She tells him that her doctor stopped by and told her that her biopsy is scheduled for next week. Ron Rifkin gets this look on his face that is utterly heartbreaking.