pt.16
Sydney: I've been thinking about my mom's old books. What if the codes in them were for her, not my dad. What if my mother was a totally different person. All this time I thought my dad was the bad guy.
Vaughn: (stares at her a minute, then punches her in the shoulder) Hang in their sport. (opens his briefcase-full of candy bars-starts to eat one)
Sydney: My mom might have been the one that killed all of those agents! (starts sobing)
Vaughn: Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want a candy bar?
Sydney: (still crying)
Vaughn: I know I forgot to offer you one but you don't have to cry about it.
Sydney: (stops crying) Um..you like hockey right?
Vaughn: (nods while chewing his candy bar)
Sydney: The Kings are playing at the arena next week. We should go.
Vaughn: (stops chewing-his eyes get big-nods)
Sydney: I'll see ya later. (leaves the warehouse)
Vaughn: Oh boy! Oh boy! I've got a date with Sydney! I better start getting ready. Let's see, I'll need to get some sensual message oil, make sure my lucky boxers are clean, maybe get a tape of Celine Dion singing cause that'll put her in the mood.
(SD-6 parking garage-Sydney and Jack enter the elevator)
Sydney: I wanna quit SD-6!
Jack: (checking his reflection on the doors) Huh?
(elevator stops)
Sydney: What's happening?
Jack: (checks out control panel) The elevator stopped. You know, your mom and I got stuck in an elevator once. I think that was where you were concieved. Or maybe you were concieved in the bathroom at McDonalds. We did it so many places...
Sydney: Dad! I don't wanna hear about that!
(they hear a noise)
Jack: Quick. We need to go through the opening and get on top of the elevator.
(Jack stands on Sydney's shoulders-gets on top of roof-then pulls Sydney through)
(SD-6 buiding-Sloane's office-Cole burts in)
Sloane: (jumps) Oh my God! (start to catch his breath) Whew. Sorry about that. I've never seen anyone so ugly. Well, except for maybe Dryer. Except he wasn't really ugly, just pale.
Cole: Shut up!
Sloane: (pulls out a ruler-holds it up to Cole's face)
Cole: What are you doing!?!
Sloane: I wanna measure your forehead. It's huge!
Cole: (grabs Sloane and drags him to the torture room)
Sloane: (being tied up) Are you gonna be done by 5? Ally McBeal is on and it's the one with that cute Michael Vartan guy.
Cole: You don't remember me, do you?
Sloane: Oh, did you deliver my pizza last week?
Cole: No! I use to work for you! You left me for dead! (pulls out some needles)
Sloane: Have you lost weight? You look thinner? I've tried the zone diet, subway diet, but I can't seem to get those pesky 5 lbs off.
pt.17
(CIA building-Vaughn's office)
Wiess: We just got an email. It was forwarded to you.
Vaughn: Cool. Is it jokes? (takes the paper) Oh, I don't know Dixon. It must be for someone else.
Wiess: SD-6 is under attack! You need to tell Devlin.
Vaughn: Ok. (starts to walk to Devlin's office)
Wiess: (walking also) You wanna speed it up. This is important.
Vaughn: I'm not gonna run! I just spent $300 on this suit. I don't want to sweat all over it. (walks into Devlin's office)
Devlin: What do you want?
Vaughn: (looking around) Did you get new wallpaper? It looks brighter in here.
Devlin: What is it!?!
Vaughn: (hands him the email)
Wiesel: (bursts in) Since Vaughn is suspended from Sydney's case, I should be the one to read that. (reads email) Have their been any other reports. Any reports of unusual activity around the building, any police calls, ambulance calls,...?
Vaughn: Uh......
(SD-6 building)
Sydney: (running)
(a resturant-Will is sitting by himself)
Girl: Excuse me.
Will: Yeah?
Girl: I heard that you know my dad?
Will: Look, tell your dad that I'm not really looking for a relationship right now. If he wants to contact me later though...
Girl: No, dude! I can help you with your story. I can help you find out why my mom was killed.
Will: Oh, so your dad didn't mention me at all? Didn't talk about my great physique, or baby blue eyes.
Girl: (hands him a package)
Will: (opens it up-pulls out a key with a number on it) Is this the key to his cell!?!
Girl: It's a key to a locker. It has my mother's autopsy report in it.
Will: Oh, it's probably just full of nude pictures of your mom then, huh?
Girl: Among other information.
Will: No pictures of your dad?
Girl: (looks at him)
Will: Sorry, um..I'll check it out sometimes. And here's something for you. (hands her a piece of paper)
Girl: (looks at it) Your bill?
Will: Yeah I'm kind of short on money today. Would you mind paying that?
Sydney: I've been thinking about my mom's old books. What if the codes in them were for her, not my dad. What if my mother was a totally different person. All this time I thought my dad was the bad guy.
Vaughn: (stares at her a minute, then punches her in the shoulder) Hang in their sport. (opens his briefcase-full of candy bars-starts to eat one)
Sydney: My mom might have been the one that killed all of those agents! (starts sobing)
Vaughn: Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want a candy bar?
Sydney: (still crying)
Vaughn: I know I forgot to offer you one but you don't have to cry about it.
Sydney: (stops crying) Um..you like hockey right?
Vaughn: (nods while chewing his candy bar)
Sydney: The Kings are playing at the arena next week. We should go.
Vaughn: (stops chewing-his eyes get big-nods)
Sydney: I'll see ya later. (leaves the warehouse)
Vaughn: Oh boy! Oh boy! I've got a date with Sydney! I better start getting ready. Let's see, I'll need to get some sensual message oil, make sure my lucky boxers are clean, maybe get a tape of Celine Dion singing cause that'll put her in the mood.
(SD-6 parking garage-Sydney and Jack enter the elevator)
Sydney: I wanna quit SD-6!
Jack: (checking his reflection on the doors) Huh?
(elevator stops)
Sydney: What's happening?
Jack: (checks out control panel) The elevator stopped. You know, your mom and I got stuck in an elevator once. I think that was where you were concieved. Or maybe you were concieved in the bathroom at McDonalds. We did it so many places...
Sydney: Dad! I don't wanna hear about that!
(they hear a noise)
Jack: Quick. We need to go through the opening and get on top of the elevator.
(Jack stands on Sydney's shoulders-gets on top of roof-then pulls Sydney through)
(SD-6 buiding-Sloane's office-Cole burts in)
Sloane: (jumps) Oh my God! (start to catch his breath) Whew. Sorry about that. I've never seen anyone so ugly. Well, except for maybe Dryer. Except he wasn't really ugly, just pale.
Cole: Shut up!
Sloane: (pulls out a ruler-holds it up to Cole's face)
Cole: What are you doing!?!
Sloane: I wanna measure your forehead. It's huge!
Cole: (grabs Sloane and drags him to the torture room)
Sloane: (being tied up) Are you gonna be done by 5? Ally McBeal is on and it's the one with that cute Michael Vartan guy.
Cole: You don't remember me, do you?
Sloane: Oh, did you deliver my pizza last week?
Cole: No! I use to work for you! You left me for dead! (pulls out some needles)
Sloane: Have you lost weight? You look thinner? I've tried the zone diet, subway diet, but I can't seem to get those pesky 5 lbs off.
pt.17
(CIA building-Vaughn's office)
Wiess: We just got an email. It was forwarded to you.
Vaughn: Cool. Is it jokes? (takes the paper) Oh, I don't know Dixon. It must be for someone else.
Wiess: SD-6 is under attack! You need to tell Devlin.
Vaughn: Ok. (starts to walk to Devlin's office)
Wiess: (walking also) You wanna speed it up. This is important.
Vaughn: I'm not gonna run! I just spent $300 on this suit. I don't want to sweat all over it. (walks into Devlin's office)
Devlin: What do you want?
Vaughn: (looking around) Did you get new wallpaper? It looks brighter in here.
Devlin: What is it!?!
Vaughn: (hands him the email)
Wiesel: (bursts in) Since Vaughn is suspended from Sydney's case, I should be the one to read that. (reads email) Have their been any other reports. Any reports of unusual activity around the building, any police calls, ambulance calls,...?
Vaughn: Uh......
(SD-6 building)
Sydney: (running)
(a resturant-Will is sitting by himself)
Girl: Excuse me.
Will: Yeah?
Girl: I heard that you know my dad?
Will: Look, tell your dad that I'm not really looking for a relationship right now. If he wants to contact me later though...
Girl: No, dude! I can help you with your story. I can help you find out why my mom was killed.
Will: Oh, so your dad didn't mention me at all? Didn't talk about my great physique, or baby blue eyes.
Girl: (hands him a package)
Will: (opens it up-pulls out a key with a number on it) Is this the key to his cell!?!
Girl: It's a key to a locker. It has my mother's autopsy report in it.
Will: Oh, it's probably just full of nude pictures of your mom then, huh?
Girl: Among other information.
Will: No pictures of your dad?
Girl: (looks at him)
Will: Sorry, um..I'll check it out sometimes. And here's something for you. (hands her a piece of paper)
Girl: (looks at it) Your bill?
Will: Yeah I'm kind of short on money today. Would you mind paying that?
