Alias, Season 1

Danny:
You've never gotten a D.

Sydney:
I've gotten a D!

Danny:
When?

Sydney:
High school Home-Ec. Remember that --

Danny:
Yeah. What did you do? Embroidered something on a t-shirt.

Sydney:
Sweatshirt. That was the assignment.

Danny:
It was obscene, right? About the teacher.

Sydney:
He was a sexist pig. I deserved a scholarship for that. This time I deserve a D.

Suit & Glasses:
Who are you working for? I'll not ask you again.

Sydney:
Okay. Get a pen. Write this down. E M E T I B. You got that?

Suit & Glasses:
Yes.

Sydney:
Okay. Now reverse it.

[Suit & Glasses rewrites, frowns, stares back at Sydney]

Sydney:
I've got bad news for you, man. I'm your worst enemy. I've got nothing to lose.

Suit & Glasses:
That's not exactly true. You have teeth. Okay. Let's try one more time. Who do you work for?

[Sydney doesn't respond. Interrogator shoves some pliers into her mouth.]

Sydney:
Augh... Augh..

[Interrogator removes pliers, listens for what she has to say.]

Sydney:
I just want to say... start with the teeth in the back. If you don't mind.

Danny:
I'm calling because I'm planning on asking Sydney to marry me and... I was hoping to get your approval.

Jack:
Danny, let me ask you a question.

Danny:
Sure.

Jack:
How well do you know my daughter?

Danny:
Um, we've been dating for two years...

Jack:
Because if you feel the need to ask me about this scenario, I have a sense you don't know Sydney at all.

Danny:
Sir, I love your daughter and I want to marry her. That's why I'm calling.

Jack:
First of all, Danny, the truth is this is just a courtesy call. Like when you say to your neighbor, "We're having a loud party on Saturday night if that's all right with you." What you really mean is, "We're having a loud party on Saturday night."

Danny:
Mr. Bristow,...

Jack:
Sydney doesn't give a damn what my opinion is. What interests me is that you do.

Danny:
It's just a custom to call the father, that's all this is...

Jack:
Well, then, I'll tell you what. I may become your father-in-law, that's just fine. But I will not be used as part of a charming little anecdote you tell your friends at cocktail parties so they can see what a quaint, old-fashioned guy Danny really is. Are we clear?

Danny:
Yes, sir...

Jack:
Good. Then welcome to the family.

Sydney:
[After Danny has been murdered] What did you do?

Sloane:
I might ask you the same question. Security section became aware of the breach and performed their function. You're familiar with the codes of conduct, Agent Bristow. You knew these codes apply to you, even if you put to risk the lives of every man and woman working in the agency.

Sydney:
Danny wasn't a risk... he was... he was just a man. He was... he was a doctor, he was just...

Sloane:
You listen to me. Information about this agency must be treated like a virus. There is only one response to a virus, and that response is containment. You put us in a compromised situation, and even though I despise the countermeasure, we have...

Sydney:
Stop saying "we." Stop talking about the agency. You killed the man I love!

Sloane:
No, Agent Bristow. You did.

Vaughn:
They're reviewing your statement. You wrote a lot.

Sydney:
I know.

Vaughn:
I mean, it's like Tolstoy long. Devlin says it could take weeks to verify. But I know we could use another double agent in SD-6, so we'll be in contact. I'm going to get you a ride out of here, keep you concealed. Why are you shaking your head?

Sydney:
Because you said another.

Vaughn:
So?

Sydney:
So if you really had one already you most likely wouldn't tell me until I was authenticated.

Vaughn:
Unless I had an instinct about you.

Sydney:
My bet is you don't...have another double.

Vaughn:
We might.

Sydney:
But you want me to believe that you do, so that on the off chance that I'm actually looking to be a triple agent I'll report back that there's an existing mole to upset the balance of my agency.

Vaughn:
I'm not trying to play you.

Sydney:
Yeah, we'll see.

Sydney:
You said you wanted to talk about the plan. I'm giving you the plan.

Vaughn:
It's not your job to give me the plan. I'm giving you the plan. Tomorrow's your first day back at SD-6. Now, nothing should change. When you get your assignment, you'll detail your mission on a paper bag. [picks one up, showing her] Bag. Then you'll call this number. Memorize it. After three tones, press the appropriate digit -- one through six. Each corresponds to a trash can in a specific location. Now we'll review your information, create a countermission, and we'll contact you posing as a wrong number: Joey's Pizza. Any questions so far?

Sydney:
Yeah. Can you show me what a bag looks like again?

Sydney:
Since I've known the truth about you, I've asked myself questions. Thousands of questions. But this one I have to ask you now. When Danny was killed... Dad... did you know? Did you know that's what they were going to do?

Jack:
Yes. [Sydney slaps him]

Sydney:
Don't you ever speak to me again.

Weiss:
Your girlfriend's name is Alice.

Vaughn:
Would you shut up.

Weiss:
Hey, just checking.

Vaughn:
Get out of my office.

Weiss:
Balls of steel. That's what I'm going to call you from now on. Hey, have you met Balls of Steel?

Sydney:
We've got a red wire, a yellow, a blue, a blue-white, there's a white wire, a yellow-red, an orange-red, a black, a white-black, an orange, a purple, a purple-white, a green, a green-white, a red-white, a light-blue --

Marshall:
[On the phone] Okay, a blue-white wire.

Sydney:
Okay, cutting the blue-white wire! Okay!

Marshall:
Oh, hold the phone!

Sydney:
DON'T TELL ME TO HOLD THE PHONE! I'M SITTING ON A TICKING NUCLEAR BOMB!

Sydney:
I don't want it to be like that anymore, I'm just sick of it. I mean, I always had this feeling that maybe someday, I don't know, my dad and I would connect. That things could start to get better.

Francie:
Well, you know my opinion of your dad.

Sydney:
I know.

Francie:
But listen. If you can find it in your heart to forgive him for being the kind of guy he's been all your life, which I would find impossible and could never do, then you should make a real effort.

Will:
Hi, um, I don't know if I'm talking to the right person, but I need to borrow a million bucks. The Olsen twins went public, and I'm looking to invest.

Sydney:
You'll need some collateral. I don't think you've got any.

Will:
Well, have you seen my aqua blue Chevy?

Sydney:
You mean, with the hula girl on the dash? Yes, sadly, we've seen that.

Sydney:
Are you insane? Calling me in here for a social event? SD-6 has a division whose sole responsibility it is to track their agents and report back suspect activity. "Your girl" is risking her life, and you yours, every time we lay eyes on each other. So, do me a favor: don't be so friendly.

Lambert:
I-I just love your spirit.

Sydney:
That's heartening. Are we done here?

...

Lambert:
I hate to pull rank, but time is a factor here.

Sydney:
Time is a factor here. You know how much time? Seven years. That's how long I worked for SD-6 before I found out who they really are. And now that I know, my days of blindly following orders are over.

Lambert:
Who the hell do you think you're talking to?

Sidney:
I know exactly who I'm talking to. Tell Devlin if Agent Vaughn isn't on the other end of this earpiece when I turn it on, the C.I.A. gets nothing.

Lambert:
Vaughn is a junior officer.

Sydney:
Then promote him.

Anna Espinosa:
[to Sydney] I heard about your fiancé. Very sad. I thought perhaps it was a security execution sanctioned by your employers. Maybe you said something in your sleep you shouldn't have. But then why would you be here in service for the men that killed your true love?

Sloane:
Marshall couldn't open the lock box.

Marshall:
Uh, in my defense, it was rigged with a brand-new tech, an internal device that will destroy anything inside if opened without the key --

Sloane:
Marshall, would you please go back to work?

Marshall:
Just to clarify, I'm not being fired?

Sloane:
'Back to work' means not fired.

Vaughn:
Give them the correct number, Sydney! And that's an order.

Sydney:
An order? We need to have a long talk when I get back to Los Angeles.

Sydney:
I don't want it to be like that anymore, I'm just sick of it. I mean, I always had this feeling that maybe someday, I don't know, my dad and I would connect. That things could start to get better.

Francie:
Well, you know my opinion of your dad.

Sydney:
I know.

Francie:
But listen. If you can find it in your heart to forgive him for being the kind of guy he's been all your life, which I would find impossible and could never do, then you should make a real effort.

Francie:
He has a law review in an hour.

Sydney:
You want to follow him.

Francie:
So much, I cannot even tell you.

Sydney:
I think spying on your boyfriend is generally regarded in a relationship as bad precedent.

Francie:
What if he's cheating on me?

[Scene change, we see Sydney and Francie spying on Charlie]

Francie:
You're a really good friend, you know that?

Sydney:
Yes, I do.

...

Francie:
Hey, there he is. Start the car. Start the car.

Sydney:
Wait until he's a block away.

Francie:
Look at you getting all into it.

Sydney:
Everyone knows you wait.

Francie:
I don't know you wait.

Sydney:
You wait.

Sydney:
Did you have a fight with your wife?

Vaughn:
What wife? I have no wife.

Sydney:
No? There was a picture in your office. You and that woman. I thought you were married.

Vaughn:
She and I are not remotely -- you thought I was married this whole time?

Sydney:
I guess so. What's the big deal?

Vaughn:
Nothing.

Sydney:
I'm sorry to call you. I just didn't know who else to call. My father and I were supposed to have dinner tonight for the first time since I was a kid. I can't even remember the last time. He just didn't show. He said he had work. And he didn't have work. This isn't just about my dad. When I was in Morocco the man who died was a friend of mine. He was a good man! Who thought he was fighting for the right side, that he was working for the CIA. He was lied to and now he's dead. I had his blood on my hands!

Vaughn:
Sydney --

Sydney:
I feel like I'm losing my mind, like I don't even know who I am anymore, or what I'm doing, or why I'm doing it.

Vaughn:
You just threw your beeper in the Pacific.

Sydney:
I know.

Vaughn:
When you first walked into my office with that stupid Bozo hair, I thought you were crazy. I thought you might actually be a crazy person. But I watched you, and I read your statement, and I've seen... I've seen how you think, I've seen how you work, I've seen how you are in this job. In this job, you see darkness. You see the worst in people and though the jobs are different and the missions change, and the enemies have a thousand names, the one crucial thing, the one real responsibility you have is to not let your rage, and your resentment, and your disgust, darken you. When you're at your absolute lowest, at your most depressed, just remember that you can always -- you know. You got my number.

Sydney:
I don't know how much longer I can do this. Sit in these meetings with Sloane. Look at him as if I don't despise him, as if I don't want to leap across the table and use the skills I've learned, against him.

Francie:
Okay, so I'm in my Operations and Technology Management class, and I realize two things. One, I prepared the wrong chapter.

Sydney:
No!

Francie:
I don't want to talk about it. And two, you and I are going to have a Halloween party.

Francie:
So, what's going on with work? You always talk about work and you haven't even mentioned it today.

Will:
I wasn't working on a S.A.T. story. When I bumped into you guys? There is no S.A.T. story. I was trying to track down a woman named Kate Jones. She was supposed to be seated next to Danny on a flight from Singapore to Hong Kong.

Dixon:
Sloane is asking about Berlin. He thinks someone might have gotten to Schiller. He thinks he might be a plant. He wanted to know why you had me change the pick up to Koenig Strasse.

Sydney:
I told you, I thought I was being followed.

Dixon:
Syd, is there something I should know?

Sydney:
No.

Sydney:
He practically apologized.

Vaughn:
Sloane did?

Sydney:
For thinking maybe I'd mailed him the wrong guy. Imagine that.

Sydney:
Those men died for no reason.

Vaughn:
No, those men died for their country.

Francie:
Hey, how was your trip?

Sydney:
Oh. Not good. I was working with these people who -- they were terminated.

Francie:
Oh, man. The economy sucks.

[Vaughn gives Sydney a small box with a child's plastic bug]

Sydney:
What's this?

Vaughn:
A bug.

Sydney:
What are you, twelve years old?

Vaughn:
No, a bug.

Sydney:
Raid my closet.

Francie:
Thanks, but I got boobs.

Jack:
What you think you know, you don't know.

Sydney:
Then you explain it to me.

Jack:
You don't have clearance.

Sydney:
Clearance?!

Jack:
Yes.

Sydney:
To be told how my mother died??

Jack:
There are rules, Sydney.

Sydney:
Then you break them!

Jack:
Think about what you're saying. Acting cavalier about breaking the rules. Think about the last time you did something like that. I'm not a perfect man. I know that. But I am smart enough not to draw simple conclusions and then act upon them. I would think if anyone had learned that lesson it would have been you.

Vaughn:
[On the possibility that the SD-6 dead drop is a trap] Sydney's life is worth the risk!

Jack:
Not to Sydney! Taking them down is what gets her up in the morning, or did you think it was those meetings she has with you?

Jack:
Mr. Vaughn, you're young and you're eager, and I understand that. But one thing you're not, and this is something only time can provide really, is wise.

[Marshall uncovers a big red inflatable chair]

Marshall:
Want to have a seat? I got a minor form of scoliosis, so the air ergonomically hugs me. Oh, you want to stretch out? I can inflate the couch.

Sloane:
I'll stand.

Sydney:
The irony is they never lied to me about what would happen if I told someone. It was the one thing they said that turned out to be true. Now I'm a double agent for the C.I.A. and I will be until SD-6 is gone.

Jack:
Shephard killed Danny. I'm sure you know that already.

Sydney:
If I didn't, thanks for breaking it to me gently.

Sydney:
How do I look?

Dixon:
For the record, that's a question you never have to ask anyone.

Jack:
Lie detector test.

Sydney:
I studied the C.I.A. instruction book on how to take a successful LDT.

Jack:
This isn't like that. This test monitors variations in blood flow in the brain. It's very difficult to deceive. Tell your handler Vaughn he needs to prepare you for this. If he can't, he'll get someone who can.

Will:
[Reading from a book] "Laura, all my love, forever and a day. Jack." That's not, like, your dad Jack, is it?

Sydney:
Yeah.

Will:
Wow. That's uncharacteristically sweet of him.

Sydney:
I know. He actually has a heart, which I'm learning little by little.

Boss:
And on the eve of your first front-page story, you suddenly get cold feet.

Will:
What are you saying? What are you saying? I made this whole thing up? Look, I swear to God, the only reason I didn't want this story to run is 'cause I don't want to hurt Sydney Bristow. That's it.

Boss:
You're a talented writer, Will, but I promise you, if anything like this happens again the only thing you'll be inventing are facts on your résumé.

Marshall:
You know that sound you're hearing, you know, that boom? That's my mind blowing.

Sloane:
We both are. We're both doing our job. And I look at Sydney Bristow's test results -- I don't see a single spike. She didn't falter once.

Dreyer:
She's guilty. She's the one.

Sloane:
I think that's a dangerous accusation made by a desperate man.

Dreyer:
I'm not desperate, Mr. Sloane. But I am curious why you feel the need to defend Miss Bristow?

Marshall:
[holding a gadget] Okay, now, this thing sucks...literally. Sucks all the information from the computer hard drive right into the internal flash RAM.

Sloane:
I always knew there was something about you, from the first time I saw you.

Sydney:
A lot can change in seven years.

Sloane:
It's been a lot longer than seven years. I've known your father since 1971. I met him at Langley. I knew your mother. I went to your parents' wedding. Sydney, I've known you since you were a baby. I was out of the country for most of your childhood, various operations, but I kept tabs on you. I checked in on you in my own way. I always thought of you as my daughter, even from the beginning. Well, I just wanted to let you know...before you went away.

Will:
Okay, okay, whatever, it sucks, all right? But it's why I wanted to become a reporter. I saw this when I was a kid and I loved it. And I was just like, I don't know, all the quick...

Francie:
Repartee.

Will:
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I mean, it just looked fun. You know, being a reporter looked fun. But it's not. It's not fun. It's a pain in the ass.

Disguised Voice:
[On the phone] You have questions about Kate Jones. How far are you willing to go, Mr. Tippin? I need to hear the words "I'm ready."

Will:
Why? Why? Could my life be in danger?

Disguised Voice:
Say the words.

Will:
Yeah, I'm in. I'm ready.

Jack:
I need you to tell me what's happening!

Steven:
You didn't hear this from me. [Pause] While Sydney and Russek were in Geneva, a transmission was recorded from her location and it was not one of ours.

Jack:
You think it was Sydney?

Steven:
This is not the first indication that she might be working for someone else.

Sloane:
[Speaking to Sydney] For the past few weeks, you've been under suspicion. We knew we had a mole and there were signs that indicated that it was you. And then when you were in Geneva, we picked up a third-party transmission and it seemed to confirm that you betrayed SD-6. And what I just learned is that it wasn't your transmission. It was Russek's.

Sydney:
In the cell, when Russek was trying to get me to talk, I asked him questions about his interrogation. When he told me that they threatened to kill him, he was blinking at erratic intervals -- a classic indication that he was lying. So, I didn't talk only because I knew he wasn't in any real danger. Either Sloane still thinks I'm the mole and is using me somehow --

Sydney:
Look, to you, my job might seem pointless and stupid but it's not. It's far from pointless and if you knew what I dealt with every day, you might even thank me for doing my job so well!

Will:
[Confused] What the hell are you talking about?

Sydney:
Nothing. I'm going to work. I'll see you guys.

Sloane:
I didn't know how it would finally materialize: the darkness. I had nothing to base it on. It wasn't as if the C.I.A. had just betrayed me, that my wife had just been diagnosed with lymphoma. None of that had happened yet. So, whenever life takes an unfortunate turn, as it has this week, I just remind myself that I could see it coming all along.

[After Sydney and Jack have escaped from captivity]

Sydney:
It took me a second to realize what you were doing.

Jack:
I was blinking as fast as I could.

Sydney:
I know. I was like, "Hard on your light"?

Jack:
Guard on your right.

Sydney:
Well, I figured it out. I was just never very good at Morse code.

Sydney:
Dad, can I ask you something? When you started with SD-6, you knew that they were a mercenary group and they had no connection with the C.I.A. But I didn't. When I joined, I thought I was going to be saving the world and not making it more dangerous.

Jack:
What's the question?

Sydney:
Why didn't you say something? I mean, you could have told me what I was really doing -- damage instead of good -- but you kept quiet.

Jack:
[Sighs] Revealing the truth about what you were doing would have required revealing the truth about what I was doing.

Sydney:
What happens when someone you care about is in trouble? What you said, that nothing else matters. It all just goes away. Last week when I learned what my father did for me, sacrificing Russek, it made me sick. But now, I know I would have done exactly the same thing. You should have seen him.

Vaughn:
Your father?

Sydney:
Yeah, he was like ... he was like a pro. He was good. I mean, the way you talked about him once, what his reputation was, I could see it in action. He was ... impressive.

Vaughn:
There's nothing routine about that list. There's something very specific about it. It's been a mystery within the agency for over two decades. Who murdered those C.I.A. officers? I'm sorry, but we have our answer now. It was your father. And I'm going to report him.

Jack:
This is CIA Director Devlin, Deputy Director Tucker, Executive Director Gerstner, and these are Senior Officers Haley, Stafford, and Collum. ...I knew weeks ago that my file had been pulled, and that you were suspicious of my activities twenty-five years ago regarding the KGB. When I learned that you had scheduled a meeting with Mr. Devlin regarding... my history, I knew that it was time. Let me say in advance I'm sorry to make this such a public display, but I felt it was important to do this in front of these people because they already know the truth, and because I didn't think that you would believe me otherwise... Those Cyrillic codes you found in those books -- yes, they were orders from the KGB, and yes, they were orders to kill. An agent received those orders and carried them out -- murdered officers of the CIA, including your father, Mr. Vaughn. All this is true. But Sydney, I was not that agent: your mother was.

Jack:
I know how this feels.

Sydney:
Not exactly. You've had a lot longer to make sense of this than I have.

Jack:
There was a time when this was news to me, too. Your mother was sent to the United States to steal secrets from a ranking officer of the C.I.A. How she and I happened to meet, how she supposedly fell in love, I thought it was all true. But it was just a set-up.

Sydney:
[Talking to Vaughn about her mother] There's this woman, her personality like a collage I've put together from the photographs, the few memories I have, scraps of stories I've heard, the clothes of hers I've got, her books, and none of it's real. She wasn't that woman at all. She was -- she was a horrible person, who killed your father. Vaughn, I just wanted to say that I'm so sorry.

McKenas Cole:
But another part that sucks is seeing guys you worked with, guys you thought were tougher than deer jerky... tortured to death. That's no good.

Sydney:
Dad, wait. You are not doing this.

Jack:
Of course I am.

Sydney:
No, you're not. You're going to have to crawl through a maze of airshafts, get to Marshall's office, get the scrambler, get to the vault room and scramble the code all in under ten minutes. I mean, no offense, but Dad, I am doing this.

McKenas Cole:
You give us the codes, I won't have to open the box...which will be really excellent for you.

Sloane:
I can't be the first person to have difficulty taking you seriously, can I?

McKenas Cole:
You're going to give me the combination to the SD-6 vault and if you don't, I'm going to open this box. And Arvin, trust me when I tell you, you do not want me to open this box.

Dixon:
You okay?

Marshall:
[Blood is running down his head] Except for my head injury, yeah.

Haladki:
Any local authorities reporting? Fire, police, any irregularities at all?

Michael Vaughn:
What, you mean other than a desperate message from an agent begging for help?

Sydney:
Did you study bomb diffusion at Langley?

Vaughn:
Just seminar style. Nothing field specific.

Sydney:
Does anyone ever learn anything at seminars?

Vaughn:
Okay, let's just take this one step at a time. This is a charge of C-4. I can tell, 'cause it says "C-4" everywhere.

McKenas Cole:
[to Sydney] I know you didn't wanna kiss me, but when I was taking a hit off that bottle before, I backwashed in it. I mean, like, really big-time.

Sydney:
[to Cole] I think you're right. Taking a punch is something I've gotta learn how to do.

Will:
[about his hickey] It's very embarrassing.

Sydney:
The fact that I saw it or just that it's there at all?

Will:
No, look at it. I feel like I'm 15 years old.

Sydney:
That's about the age of your intern.

Will:
When I said 15, I knew you would say --

Sydney:
Did the Clinton administration teach you nothing?

Marshall:
I mean, casino security is like an onion. It's layer after layer after layer and the more that you peel back, the more you want to cry.

Jack:
When you asked me the other day about school, I couldn't help you. I... I'm out of practice when it comes to, uh... personal matters.

Sydney:
Dad, I'm in no rush.

Jack:
Believing your mother was a professor may have influenced you somewhat, but the decision to go back to school was yours and I'd trust that. I think that, uh, if you stick with it... you could become the kind of teacher your students will always remember.

Sydney:
Thank you.

Vaughn:
Yeah. Last week, when you talked about quitting SD-6 --

Sydney:
I was being naive.

Vaughn:
No, but, um, what you said about wanting to go to a hockey game... wanting me to be part of your life... I, uh, I think I wasn't clear about something. [Pause] That it would be nice to be in public with you, to actually get to look at you. Grab a pizza or go to a hockey game. I-I just... I wasn't clear that I would really like that, too.

[Sydney is sliding across a wire on the top of the two buildings]

Dixon:
How's it hanging, Syd?

Sydney:
Very funny.

Sloane:
[watching a video of Will's visit to the prison] Lompoc prison, about two hours ago. The man talking to Tippin is David McNeil, software designer. About eight years ago he created an encryption system that we wanted to acquire, but he wouldn't sell. We don't have audio, but we got hold of the prison log. This is Tippin's third visit to McNeil in the last two weeks. You and I talked about Tippin some time ago. You convinced me that he was just a harmless metro reporter, far from a credible threat.

Sydney:
This is a bug? [Flips paper clip over]

Vaughn:
It's good, huh? You should see the guys who make it. It's like they've never seen sunlight.

Sydney:
You should meet Marshall.

Vaughn:
The guys who made the paperclip came up with this. [hands Sydney lock-breaking device] It overrides the circuitry. Tricks the safe into believing you entered the correct combination. They say it's bitchin,' so I'm assuming it's... bitchin.'

Will:
Sydney tells me you're doing analysis for the bank.

Jack:
Strategy. Investment strategy. Arvin made me an offer I couldn't refuse.

Emily:
Oh, that sounds like my husband!

Sloane:
Some of the text is Italian, but most of it is in code. Code we haven't been able to break. Who was this man, Sydney? What did he see? What did Rambaldi see? [Flipping through the pages of Rambaldi's book, he comes to page forty-seven, the blank one] Those who know about him - various agencies, a few in the private sector - they're spending millions to answer these questions. Millions. Men would die for this book. Men have died. You know, Sydney, the work we're doing here, trying to figure out who Rambaldi was, what he was working on, is becoming an obsession for me.

Vaughn:
You're being investigated by the DSR.

Sydney:
DSR?

Vaughn:
Department of Special Research. And it was created during World War II to investigate Nazi interest in the occult. After the war, an executive order was signed, empowering them to investigate fringe science, uh, parapsychology, remote viewing --

Sydney:
What do they want with me?

Vaughn:
They want to know why your picture is in the Rambaldi book.

Sydney:
You move out of my way, or I will make you move out of my way.

Sydney:
We'd have to leave tonight. You in?

Vaughn:
Yeah. I'll break into the Vatican with you.

Vaughn:
You said an explosion will trigger the alarm.

Sydney:
Which is on a fifteen second delay.

Vaughn:
And you said you could disarm it in under twenty seconds. How far under twenty?

Sydney:
I work better under pressure.

[As the FBI is taking Sydney into custody]

Vaughn:
Those medical tests you took, they were looking to match three specific anomalies Rambaldi mentioned: DNA sequencing, platelet levels, and the size of your heart. You match all three.

Sydney:
So what does the prophecy say?

Evans:
"This woman here depicted will possess unseen marks, signs that she will be the one to bring forth my works. Bind them with fury. A burning anger, unless prevented, at vulgar cost, this woman will render the greatest power unto utter desolation."

Sydney:
The truth is, I didn't love any of the subjects I was studying. My father and I weren't speaking, my mother had died when I was six and the highlight of my social life was my dorm's salad bar. So, I called them.

Kendall:
SD-6.

Sydney:
They didn't use that name. These men led me to believe they were CIA. They were very convincing. Are very convincing.

Sydney:
I might not have been a genius at nineteen years old, but I was smart enough to know what questions to ask. They had all the right answers.

Kendall:
Says here you were a genius.

Vaughn:
You're saying that Sydney could be held long enough to blow her cover with SD-6?

Jack:
Under directive 81A, they could conceivably hold her without trial or charges for the rest of her life.

Kendall:
What does "SD" stand for?

Sydney:
Section Disparu: the section that doesn't exist. Alain Christophe, one of the Alliance founders, the term was his.

Kendall:
Explain to us about the Alliance of Twelve.

Sydney:
The Alliance is like a board of directors. Some are from the private sector, but most are former intelligence officers. All wealthy. They started a company together, except this company -- the Alliance -- trades intelligence.

[Vaughn is driving and Sydney is in the trunk]

Sydney:
You didn't think about it. Not once. The possibility that Rambaldi could be right about me.

Vaughn:
No, I didn't.

Sydney:
Why not?

Vaughn:
Because I believe in you. Do you think I'd just throw anyone in my trunk?

Sydney:
No. I don't want an explanation. I came here because I need you to help me find her.

Sloane:
Mmm. Sydney, how much do you remember about the year after you were told that your mother died?

Sydney:
I remember... just feeling disconnected from everything. My father was away on business for most of that year.

Sloane:
No. Your father spent six months in solitary in a federal prison. He was suspected of being in collusion with Laura. The FBI almost tried him for treason and even though he was vindicated, the damage was done. And he began to unravel.

Sydney:
Unravel...

Sloane:
He drank. He started taking unnecessary risks. Come on, Sydney, you know the father he was to you all those years. He took a long time to fully recover, and I was under direct orders from the DCI not to let him know that Laura had survived the accident. Unfortunately, that also required lying to you.

Agent:
Excuse me. May I cut in?

Dixon:
[Referring to Sydney] Of course. But I should warn you: she likes to lead.

Dr. Barnett:
And how would you define a "normal" family?

Jack:
I suppose it's one in which the family members aren't under order to lie to each other.

Dr. Barnett:
[to Jack] I think you are a master. You have all your subconscious tells under control. You're smart enough to struggle with words. But I think you told me what I wanted to hear so you could get out of my office as quickly as possible. I also think that someone so skilled at deception is in danger of deceiving himself.

Sydney':
A lot's happened since you left. And I want to fill you in but... I don't know if I feel comfortable doing that yet.

Noah:
Right. You're still mad.

Sydney:
No. When you left and you just disappeared, it was a kick in the stomach, and I carried that around for a long time.

Noah:
You were the last person that I ever wanted to see again... ever. And you were the only person that I ever wanted to see again.

Dixon:
Noah, I'll be straight with you. I don't trust you. Which wouldn't be such a problem, except that I'm an intelligence officer and if you stick around, sooner or later, my life is going to be in your hands and yours in mine. And in that scenario, the only person truly safe will be you.

Sydney:
You know I can't do that.

Noah:
Why?

Sydney:
Well, for about a million reasons.

Noah:
I highly doubt there are a million reasons. There might be fifty, and I'd like the opportunity to refute all of them.

Sydney:
One of the biggest reasons that comes to mind is my mother. Khasinau was her superior. My mother was a spy for the KGB and those files that we recovered may help me find her. I'm not going anywhere until I know where she is.

[Sydney watches the video footage of her mother]

Laura:
My Russian or American name?

Khasinau:
Why not both?

Laura:
Irina Derevko and Laura Bristow.

Vaughn:
Mr. Kishell, I appreciate you talking to me. I know this must be very difficult.

Kishell:
I know difficult. Talk is easy.

[Jack is watching the video footage of Laura]

Khasinau:
How did you acquire your intel?

Laura Bristow:
Every night for ten years I went through his briefcase. I eavesdropped on all of his private conversations. I planted listening devices on his clothing. He was blinded by his emotions. He knew nothing. I can tell you one thing: Jack Bristow was a fool.

Sydney:
But the truth is, it affects me. Never knowing who to trust, learning to expect betrayal, plotting in secrecy and hatred and anger. It's becoming a part of me. I am becoming what I despise.

Francie:
See, the thing about rats is they're clever. You have to out think them. You can't really just leave out cheese. You have to leave the good stuff. The heavy-duty stuff. The stuff that they want. It's the only way they're going to come out. Otherwise, you're just wasting your time.

Emily:
When you look back ... family, your friends. That's what matters. Work, your job. It wouldn't seem that important. [Sydney nods a little.] Even your job. Even working for SD-6.

Will:
This is an article I've written. Abby, you've got to do this for me. Make sure you keep it sealed, and don't mention this to anyone. And you got to promise me you're not going to open it, unless something happens to me. And if something happens to me, you got to publish it.

Francie:
I'm gonna send flowers to Will to thank him for babysitting our rodents. What do you think the card should say?

Sydney:
I had sex with someone.

Francie:
[laughs] Seriously.

Jack:
You're going to tell your contact you want a meeting. A meeting to take place at your contact's discretion.

Will:
Why would he lead me to you knowing that you'd want to flush him out?

Jack:
He only told you my name so you would realize that my threat to you was a bluff. That I would never hurt Sydney, even if you continue your investigation. He didn't expect you'd have the guts to contact me.

Will:
Oh, well, I'll assume that's a compliment.

Sloane:
I feel rather awkward sitting here asking you to allow my wife to die of cancer.

Christophe:
Arvin, the agreement is simple. People with any unauthorized information regarding SD-6, or any SD cell, must be eliminated.

Sark:
I understand I am in no position to demand anything, but for the record, I'm far more comfortable talking over a glass of Chateau Petreuse... '82.

Weiss:
I don't want your thanks. I want it to stop.

Vaughn:
Look, Sydney's my responsibility ...

Weiss:
Mike, I'm not going to trivialize your relationship with her by calling it a crush ...

Vaughn:
A crush?

Weiss:
But whatever it is, it's starting to affect me and if that sounds selfish to you, I was hoping to retire fully vested. I know you genuinely care for her. I do, too. But there is a line that we have been sworn not to cross. We're about a mile past that.

Vaughn:
I don't know how to be Sydney's handler without making it personal.

Weiss:
Figure out a way.

Sydney:
He is my friend. He is, like, one of my best friends.

Vaughn:
I understand that.

Sydney:
No, you don't. You get to tell your friends that you work for the CIA while I go home and look desperately for a tiny moment that I can be honest with anyone about anything. Now that Will knows the truth - he's never going to trust me again. You should have seen his face in Paris. It was like he was looking at a stranger.

Vaughn:
But he wasn't. He was looking at you. Maybe for the first time. He was looking at you.

Dixon:
How am I supposed to know what you believe when you've been lying to me? I'm your partner!

Sydney:
Just think about this for a minute. Just think about everything we've been through. Just think about who I am. Now, what I am going to ask you to do is just accept the fact that I cannot tell you what this is about. What I am doing is classified but Dixon... I swear to you that I am not betraying this country. I could never do that. You know that!

Dixon:
I don't need rhetoric, Sydney. Right now, I need a reason not to report you to security section.

Sydney:
Hi. How did you find me?

Vaughn:
You told me a couple of months ago that when you feel the need to disappear, you go to the observatory. But the observatory was closed. And then I remembered you said the pier calms you down. But you weren't there. And you weren't at the bluffs and the palisades, either.

Sydney:
You didn't really go to all those places.

Vaughn:
Yeah, I did. And then I remembered you liked the train station, too. Normal people going to their normal jobs.

Sydney:
I can't believe you remember that.

Jack:
If you're not comfortable with me, we can waive our business for the night and say good-bye.

Sark:
Are you comfortable? Do you feel comfortable trading priceless documents for a low-grade reporter?

Jack:
You should read Tippin's stuff. It's not so bad.

Sydney:
Wait. I have questions for you.

Khasinau:
You can ask my boss.

Sydney:
Your boss? I thought The Man was the boss.

Khasinau:
Yes. Yes, but I am not The Man.

''[A woman enters and stands in front of Sydney.]

The Man:
I have waited almost thirty years for this.

Sydney:
Mom?