Sydney and Ana play an excruciatingly slow game of bumper-cars on the ladders, with every torturous inch of progress halted by a series of blows. I wish I could think of more exciting ways to describe the fighting, but I can't, really. Finally, Ana gets in a blow that sends Sydney plummeting down the well. It looks like a hellishly long drop.
Next week: It's business as usual, which means skanky costumes, wigs, and chase scenes, except that this time Sloane orders an assassination -- although they don't say which Bristow.