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Once she's out of the crowd, Lauren starts leaking semi-hysterically
to Sark that Cypher's shot, but he gave a copy of the source code
to the CIA, but don't
worry
because I'll corrupt it before they can do anything with it
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Sark's ... Uh ...OK ... risky ... but OK |
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Back in LA, where cooler heads prevail ... |
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Jack goes to hear Sloane's Passenger info, as requested, but ends
up hearing
something very different |
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Sloane said he actually did work for Senator Reed, that Reed contacted
him two
years ago to work for a covert government group named 'The Trust'
- Sloane would
help them do Rambaldi and they'd do Sloane a pardon, which means
that ....
Holy Minolie ... Sloane's a good guy all this time!
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Now Jack wants to know why this Trust hasn't gotten Sloane out of this
execution sentence, but poor Arvin's
not sure - maybe they're afraid
of revealing
themselves
or maybe
Sloane's not important anymore |
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Sloane calls in his IOU's - he helped Syd regain
her memories, he took a bullet for Jack, and now he needs Jack
to prove
The Trust
exists
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Meanwhile, at a clearly-labeled safehouse
in a deciduous forest supposedly in Berlin |
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Sydney says, ya know, I thought
I saw Lauren in the the club, wig and eyeliner and all, and don't
ya think it's just a bit too convenient that Reed dies and
all the leaks are blamed on him |
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Vaughn says, no way, Lauren and her mom are doing a "Dad dumped over
the White Ciffs of Dover" bit, and this is just cause things didn't
work out between us
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but before he can utter another phrase that will undoubtedly come back
to haunt him,
the doorbell rings and he discovers |
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a teary Lauren
on his doorstep |
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whom he thought was in Dover |
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and Syd's all, yeah, right, pull the other one |
