Alias2001

Jeffrey Davenport:
[At CIA headquarters in DC] So Jack, you care to enlighten us as to why you called and operations meeting at 8:00 on a Friday?

Jack Bristow:
I didn't call you all here for an operations meeting. Given that all of you have Alpha Black clearance, most of you may already be aware that A.P.O. has been investigating an organization known as Prophet Five. What may however, come to news to you is we have reason to believe that someone within our own agency is in collusion with this organization... Someone with Alpha Black clearance.

Arvin Sloane:
[At APO with Marshall and Dixon] What have we got so far?

Marshall Flinkman:
Four down, three to go. Still nothing.

Jack Bristow:
The reason I've gathered you all here, if it isn't obvious by now, only seven people in the entire agency have this level of clearance, and all of them are sitting in this room.

Jeffrey Davenport:
Oh, come on!

Arthur Devlin:
Jack, this is absurd. Are you suggesting that one of us is working for a terrorist organization?

Jack Bristow:
That's exactly what I'm suggesting.

Marshall Flinkman:
I got a match.

Marcus Dixon:
Jack, we've got a signal match.

Jack Bristow:
One of you is working for Prophet Five and we have your number.

Arthur Devlin:
Oh, that's enough, this meetings over.

Arvin Sloane:
Go. [ You can hear dialing in the background and then a cell phone rings. The room sees that the ringing phone belongs to Davenport. Jack pulls his gun out and shoots him in the leg]

Jeffrey Davenport:
[Screams in pain] Aah...