Rance says that he and Dalton will keep Isabelle safe and secure until Sydney returns, and then he hands the baby back over to her mother so that they can say goodbye. Syd then attempts to have a conversation with her at-least-four-month-old-baby while the child in question is far more interested in whatever stuffed animal seems to be lolling about in her crib. No, really. Jennifer Garner's trying to give a speech about how she doesn't want to leave but she has to so that she can make the world a safer place for Isabelle and everyone else and Isabelle's all, "FUZZY. FUZZY. PINK. WANNA WANNA WANNA. FUZZY. KITTY! BUNNY! GOOGLY. AND GOO." People, this is reason #4,562 why you should never work with babies or puppies. "Mama's gotta go to work," Syd thankfully finishes as Isabelle ponders the existence of life beyond the crib mobile.

Moscow. We're at the hip hop happenin' Russian club where Anna's meeting is supposed to take place. Dixon and Rachel are in line, waiting to get in, and both of them are kind of bopping their heads along with the killer tune ("Rapture Riders" by Blondie & The Doors) that's playing. It's really cute because Dixon's all cool head tapping and Rachel's kind of tossing her boobs around and swinging her head while pouting her lips. Heh. Up on a roof in the distance, Syd slinks around a corner wearing a red leather jacket and an even redder wig. Kick. Ass. She whips out a large gun with a scope on top and takes aim at the club roof across the way. Syd tells Marshall she's in place, and then she asks Getty what it's like down on the ground. He tells her security's pretty tight; A-list only. "I'm on it," says Syd, taking aim and firing. She hooks up a roller thingy to the zip line she's just shot across and anchored to the roof, and then she zips over in her fabulous red coat. Sigh. Just like old times.