All language subtitles for Alias - 1x10 - Spirit.en

My name is Sydney Bristow.

Seven years ago,
I was recruited

by a secret branch of the CIA
called SD-6.

I was sworn to secrecy,

but I couldn't keep it
from my fianc�,

and when the head of SD-6
found out,

he had him killed.

That's when I learned
the truth.

SD-6 is not part of the CIA.

I'd been working
for the very people

I thought
I was fighting against.

So I went to the only place

that could help me
take them down.

Now I'm a double agent
for the CIA,

where my handler
is a man named Michael Vaughn.

Only one other person knows
the truth about what I do.

Another double agent
inside SD-6.

Someone I hardly know.

My father.

What are you doing?

What did you tell
that reporter?

I told him exactly what
I was supposed to tell him.

- Did you mention SD-6?
- Of course not.

- Did you tell him about SD-6?
- No.

No! No! No!

Who killed Eloise Kurtz?
Who killed Daniel Hecht?

Whoever did that
gave Eloise Kurtz that pin.

It's on.

- What do you mean? Right now?
- Yes.

You have questions

about Kate Jones.

How far are you willing
to go, Mr. Tippin?

I need to hear the words.

It's an anomaly, sir.

While Sydney was in the bank
vault, there was definitely

an additional transmission
out of Geneva.

You've been sent to SD-6
to find a mole.

I look at Sydney Bristow's
test results.

I don't see a single spike.
She didn't falter once.

Sydney Bristow is the mole.

We got her.

We've known for some time
that we had a mole.

That someone was working
against us.

When you were in Geneva
with Agent Bristow,

we picked up a transmission.
Third party.

It confirmed
what some in Security Section

believed for weeks.

That Agent Bristow
is that mole.

When you were in the field
with Bristow,

there was no indication?

Nothing.

We need to determine
the extent of damage done to us.

- What can I do?
- You have to convince Bristow

that we believe the two of you
were working together.

If she doesn't reveal to us

the work that she's done
against us,

we'll torture you to death.

Are you sure that will work?

Threat to colleagues

is a fundamental interrogation
technique.

Sydney in particular...

Yes, I think
that she will respond.

Mr. Russek...

You understand that we need to
make it appear

that you were questioned.

- They think I'm part of this.
- What do you mean?

Don't play games with me.

You know
what I'm talking about.

A transmission was sent
from our position in Geneva

at the bank.

They know it was one of us.

They want to know how much
damage has been done to them.

There's only one person
in this room

that can answer that question.

Sydney, I don't know
who you're working for,

but I need you to tell them
what you know.

They said they're gonna
kill me, Sydney...

...slowly.

Do you believe them?

They're not bluffing.

Do you believe them?

Yes.

Has Sydney Bristow
moved her desk?

No, Security Section cleared
it out about an hour ago.

Get on your knees.
Put your heads to the floor.

Now!

Sloane wants to know
if you're ready to talk to him.

No.

Tell him I have nothing to say.

What's going on?

Talk to me.

- What do you know?
- What do I know?

- Have you talked to Sloane?
- I came to you first.

Jack, do me a favor...

I need you to tell me
what's happening.

You didn't hear this from me.

While Sydney and Russek
were in Geneva,

a transmission was recorded
from her location.

It was not one of ours.

They think it was Sydney?

This is not the first
indication that she...

might be working
for someone else.

What exactly do they know?

Jack, I'm sorry.

My name is Sydney Bristow.

I've seen you in the office.

I always wondered
what you did.

I guess this is what you do.

Sir, I think
you should see this.

All I'm saying is
maybe you and I should talk

before we get started.

Change of plans.

For the past three weeks,
you've been under suspicion.

We knew we had a mole.

There were signs
that indicated that it was you.

Then, when you were in Geneva,

we picked up
a third-party transmission.

It seemed to confirm
that you betrayed SD-6.

What I just learned is that
it wasn't your transmission.

It was Russek's.

Russek.

What is this?

What the hell is going on?

I want to talk to Sloane.
I want to talk to Sloane.

No. No!

No!

Sydney...

I never believed
that you would betray us.

When I realized

that it was Russek
who was the mole...

...I felt vindicated.

- That's impossible.
- I know.

In Geneva, Russek was
transmitting to K-Directorate

at exactly the same time you
were transmitting to the CIA?

And that SD-6 picked up
his transmission, not mine.

You should know
that the CIA has no record

of contact between him
and Russian intelligence.

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
in 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...

No, if Sloane
still suspected you,

he wouldn't run the risk
of letting you go free.

Or two. Russek actually is
K- Directorate.

Or three.

Russek was a sacrificial lamb.

That he was innocent.
Was set up to get me out.

At first I thought
maybe it was the CIA.

No, it wasn't us.

Russek could have been working
for K-Directorate.

Let's just assume that you're
the luckiest girl in town.

Sorry that I called you
on the weekend.

I needed to talk to you.

You don't ever have to
apologize for calling me.

Speaking of which,
I got you something.

What?

No, you didn't.

I was in this store...

this little, antique place.

What were you doing
in an antique store?

Don't know.

Whatever.

If you don't like it,
just don't tell me.

Merry Christmas.

- Is "harn" a word?
- It's crazy, Will.

- Time's up.
- Hold on.

- Stop, stop.
- Will!

Who's gonna go first?
Okay, Amy?

No. Will.

Numpce.

"Numpce"? That's not a word.
I challenge.

- Wait.
- "Numpce" is not a word.

- I think "numpce" is a word.
- "Numpce" is totally a word.

I can't believe
you're even questioning this.

Here it is. "Numpce. "
A fool, a blockhead.

All right.

- Your brother's so annoying.
- I got "numpce," too.

What? Damn it!

- Dude!
- Damn it.

I got to go to work.
I'm sorry.

Okay, this is ridiculous.

Can we have a talk
about what you do for a living?

I know.
There are these bankruptcies.

It doesn't make any sense
anymore.

Nobody works as hard
as you do.

It's not like
you're a brain surgeon,

you get called in the middle
of the night to save a life.

These are bankruptcies.

How much are they paying you
to live like this?

Not enough.

I'm gonna actually call them
and quit for you right now.

- Will, I can't quit my job.
- Why?

Because you just have to be
the greatest banker?

Will, it's my job.
I want to do it well.

Okay, congratulations.
Me too. But at what cost?

Syd, I think...

I think you're acting
like a numpce.

To you, my job might seem
pointless and stupid.

But it's not.
It's far from pointless.

If you knew what I dealt,

you might even thank me
for doing my job so well.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Nothing.

I'm going to work.
I'll see you guys.

Ineni Hassan is a wanted man.

He's been selling arms
to K-Directorate

and is now, we believe,
looking to partner up

with one of a number
of rogue nations.

This is the last documented
photograph of Hassan,

taken almost a month ago
in Madrid.

Since then, we've put a lot
of manpower into finding him.

But we've come up
with nothing.

Last week,
thanks to Agent Bristow,

we were able to seize a majority
of Mr. Hassan's private assets.

We were hoping that would
help us to smoke him out.

We think it has.

Sig Int picked up
a burst of communications

originating
from this private island.

What's there?

Private resort.
More hideout than hideaway.

It's a fugitive's paradise.
Extradition's notoriously lax.

The entire place is
heavily secured,

but anyone can buy entry
for a price.

You think Hassan's there.

No, it's not likely.
But it gives us a lead.

Severin Driscoll.
Former resident of the U.K.

Master forger, military adviser,
and now self-employed.

Semba Island has been his home
over the last 12 years.

You think Driscoll made Hassan
new identity papers.

It's our best bet.

You go in as Victoria King.

Daughter of industrialist
Martin King.

Your assignment
is to locate Driscoll

and ascertain the new identity
of Ineni Hassan.

Sydney, I heard
about what happened.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Russek.

It was a shock.

- You didn't...
- What?

Have anything to do with that?

What?
Did I engineer it somehow?

No, Sydney, of course not.

He was killed.

Russek.

Last night.

In Kenya,
if you do find Driscoll

and Hassan's new identity,
if he has one...

I'll keep it away from SD-6
and give it to you.

- You hear that?
- What?

That pitch.

Definitely 9-millimeter.

That was a close-range hit.

Twice in the chest.
Once in the head.

That's exactly how
Eloise Kurtz was killed.

Whoever sent me this tape wants
me to hear her getting killed.

Why in the hell
would he want that?

You don't know it's a he.

You hear that?

That delay before the last one?

That's the one in the head.

Can we isolate that?

I can definitely
improve on it.

This tape was made
from that pin I gave you.

So whoever paid that girl
to say she was Kate Jones

is the same person
who gave her the pin

and who sent you the tape.

Not necessarily.

Someone else could have
given her the pin

or replaced the one
she already had with the bug.

This was on
a wireless transmitter,

so someone else
could've made this tape.

We're getting somewhere.

Why would someone

send the fake Kate Jones
and want me to hear this?

Wait.

Did you tell him about SD-6?

- What was that?
- Hold on.

Did you tell him about SD-6?
About SD-6?

SD-6.

SD-6.

Play that back.

Did you tell him about SD-6?

What the hell's SD-6?

I'm sorry that I was
snippy with you about my job.

It's your job.
You're allowed to be.

I was a jerk.
I'm sorry I was a jerk.

You don't have to
apologize to me.

I was just...

I see you working
so hard lately.

Yeah, I know.
That's why I'm here.

I was talking to Francie.

I need to do something
that's not job-related.

Maybe the four of us should
go to Lake Arrowhead

for a few days next week.

- I've got a trip tonight...
- Of course you do.

But I am off all next week.

Yeah, yeah.
I'm in.

What?

You're not here alone,
are you?

- Hi, Jenny.
- Hi.

Do you want to come in?

No, thanks.
I'm gonna go.

It was
good to see you, though.

- You too. Bye.
- Bye.

May I help you?

I'm Victoria King.
You're expecting me.

Welcome to Semba Island.

Let me check on your suite.
One moment, please.

Okay, this place
you're going to is swank.

I mean, it's super-swank,
which is why I made you...

these puppies.

Not only do they take
pictures silently

and have telephoto lenses,
but...

they're super-swank.

- Oh, excuse me.
- I'm sorry.

Ms. King, your suite is ready.
Enjoy your stay.

I'll try.

I'm very sorry
about the music.

Excuse me?

Sometimes
when I drink too much,

I play my music too loudly.

Last night, I drank too much.

I didn't hear any music
last night.

That's impossible.

You are the man from suite 47.

No.

I wish I were.

Severin Driscoll.

Victoria King.

You look so familiar.
Where are you staying?

I'm a resident here.
Suite 350.

You have a standing invitation.

I'm so embarrassed.

I like loud music.

I'll see you around.

Mr. Stoller...

Hi. I'm Will Tippin.
I left you a message.

How you doing?

I'm a reporter.

I'm doing research
on something called SD-6.

I did a search of it.
It came up with one match.

It was from a deposition from
a case that you had tried.

The people vs. David McNeil.

Yeah, David McNeil's
an old friend of mine.

Great. Do you recall
a reference to SD-6?

No, I'm sorry, I don't.
Discovery lasted years.

I'm really trying to figure out
what exactly SD-6 is.

Do you think that, perhaps,

maybe Mr. McNeil was
a part of it?

David McNeil is a regular guy.
A computer programmer.

He started a business
other people wanted to buy.

One company wouldn't take no
for an answer.

When David said no,
that same day,

the government started
an investigation.

He was charged
with larceny after trust

and eventually sentenced
to 16 years.

If he's such an innocent,
why'd he plea-bargain?

His wife killed herself.

His daughter,
my goddaughter...

now lives with my wife and I.

David wanted to be sure
nothing happened to her.

You think Mrs. McNeil
was murdered.

Cellphone, right?
Obviously.

But observe.

This unscrambles any standard
jeri-code key-card system,

which is what they use
on Semba Island.

Who the hell are you?

Where the hell is Severin?

He was supposed to meet me here
20 minutes ago.

You are pointing a gun at me.
Put that down!

- Who are you?
- Who am I?

Well, look at me.
Look closely.

You don't know this face?
You don't know who I am?

No.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry
you had to see that.

Ineni Hassan doesn't
just have a new name.

He has a new face
and is living in Havana.

He's now using the alias
Nebseni Saad.

As you know, he's broken
an agreement with SD-6.

He has stolen from us.

The whole community
is watching.

We need to set an example
with Hassan.

Any intel about where
in Havana he might be?

No. We don't know.

That's why I'm sending you
to Cuba.

I need you to rendezvous
with the usual contacts.

Locate Hassan.
Take care of it.

Thank you.

I heard about Russek.

And now with Hassan...

I understand it's been
a difficult week.

One night...

Oh, this is years ago.

Maybe two years
before you and I met.

I'd just finished
my first Far-East briefing

at the White House.

I was new to the CIA.

After that meeting,

everyone got into a limousine
to head back to Langley.

I didn't.

I told them I was gonna walk
for a while.

They all looked at me funny.

It was a cold night.

So I said I needed to get
some air.

But the truth is
I was overcome.

It had occurred to me

as I was walking down
the White House steps...

that I was living
in a perfect moment.

Everything was filled
with promise.

My role in the CIA.

My relationship with a wife
that I had not yet met.

Still, I could feel
a darkness coming.

So I wandered around
for a while.

Ended up
at the Jefferson Memorial.

It was always my favorite one.

Looked out across the basin.

Lincoln, right there.

I didn't know how
it would finally materialize.

The darkness.

I had nothing to base it on.

It wasn't as if the CIA
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.

I want Hassan dead...

before the weekend.

Hassan's new identity
is Nebseni Saad.

This is his passport number.

I got back to Los Angeles
this morning

and met with Sloane.

I told him
that Kenya was a failure,

that I was unable to find out
Hassan's new identity.

Sloane found out last night
that Hassan,

or whatever his name is now,
is in Cuba.

Sloane sent your father
to Cuba to kill Hassan.

After your father met
with Sloane, he met with me.

I'm leaving for Cuba
in 30 minutes.

What's the countermission?

Sloane might want Hassan dead,
but the CIA needs him alive.

We need his client list.

It'll tell us what weapons
he sold, who's got them.

It's invaluable.

I don't need a lesson in
the international arms trade.

Fine.

Go to Cuba, use your contacts,
get to Hassan.

Instead of taking him out,
you'll tell him the truth.

SD-6 sent you to kill him.

You'll then convince him
that you're turning on SD-6,

that you're planning
on leaving them,

and that you're willing
to fake his death

in exchange for his client list.

You're making a huge mistake.

Am I?

Trusting a man like Hassan.

There will be
a CIA team waiting

at the location where
his death is to be faked.

Hassan will never be
a free man again.

And that's all that happened?

That's it.

Your father's getting Hassan
for the CIA.

What?

Nothing.

Okay, I got to go.
I've got friends coming.

Francie, right?

Yeah, and Will.

Will.

I'll see you.

Hassan will never be
a free man again.

I'll make contact
by 6:00 p. m. Tomorrow.

I got a copy
of Russek's transmission.

The one SD-6 intercepted.

I also went through the CIA logs
and compared the two.

They don't match.

You fixed the transmission,

made it look like
it was Russek,

by altering the signal's
point of origin

and changing
the message content.

Whoever the hell
you think you are...

checking up on me,
pulling my file,

second-guessing my choices...

let's just both face
the facts.

You're not that person.

Neither your experience
nor your intelligence

has earned you the right
to question a thing that I do.

I'm gonna make
two suggestions.

One, that you stop it.

Two, that the next time

they assign you to be my
handler, you kindly decline.

Russek never transmitted
a thing, did he?

Of course he didn't.

If you got
the SD-6 transmission,

why the hell
are you asking me?

I never got
the SD-6 transmission.

It was just a hunch.

I'd just learned
that my daughter

was about to be tortured,
Mr. Vaughn.

Most likely executed.

I had no time to go for help.

Some of the monitors went out
in the op-tech room.

I want you to check
every connection.

Now.

I knew that altering
the transmission

was a dangerous gamble.

They could have detected
a disruption,

but it was all I could do.

And now you can judge
what I've done.

I don't give a damn
what you do.

� She ain't got no money,
clothes are kinda funny �

Syd?

- Thank you.
- Sure.

Still got the shoes on?

Have you ever worn snowshoes?

You got to get with the program.
There's an art form to this.

What's that?

Oh, nothing.

Some guy from work
gave that to me.

Oh, yeah? Not Dixon.

No, he's still recovering.
Just some other guy.

- Do I know him?
- No. He's no one.

Really? He's just some guy.

That's nice
that he gave you that.

I know.
It was weird.

- Why? How come?
- I don't know.

Maybe he likes you.

- No.
- Maybe he does.

He doesn't like me.

He doesn't like me
the way Jenny likes you.

The way Jenny...
Oh, come on.

She looked nice in your shirt.

- It's a nice shirt.
- Nice and snug.

Easy with the cheap shots.

It was very flattering.
It was nice.

I was just saying
that I think that...

Will.

Iron Chef in there needs me.

So this guy gave her
a Christmas present in there.

Some guy from the office.

Some guy.

So?

Oh, you didn't know about it.

Know what?
What's to know?

I did hear about you, though.

About what?

About you
and the little cheerleader.

First of all,
she's not a cheerleader anymore.

Secondly, the relationship
doesn't mean anything.

I found this old
picture. Me and my father.

I was just staring at it.

And for some reason,

I remembered asking him
about Santa Claus.

Santa Claus?

If he was real.
If Santa Claus was real.

My father would answer me
in this flat, factual way.

"Yes, of course he's real. "
Every time I asked.

The thing is,
I knew that he was lying.

That's why I'd ask him again.

When I questioned him
about Russek,

he was the same way.

I wanted to believe him,

but looking
at that stupid picture,

I realized
Russek wasn't K-Directorate.

He wasn't the guilty one.
I was.

- Sydney...
- Russek did nothing wrong.

Because of something
my father did, he was killed.

Russek wasn't such an innocent.

You want to know about Russek?

He was an early member
of SD-6.

He knew he was working
with the bad guys.

He was the leader of at least
a dozen operations

that stole weapons
and chemicals and intel

and sold them to enemies
of the United States

for cash to fund
more SD-6 operations,

just like the one
that killed your fianc�.

He got what he deserved.

If you know so much
about Russek,

then you know he wasn't
with K-Directorate.

It seems he was sacrificed, yes.

See, that's not a choice
my dad can just make.

What would you have done?

Had it been your daughter
or your son or Danny?

Listen,
there's something else.

In Cuba, your father made
contact with an old informant.

A Havana insider. Someone
who helped set up the meeting

between your father
and one of Hassan's men.

What happened?

Sydney,
Hassan has your father.

What's being done?

We have a team in place
in Havana,

but Devlin doesn't want to
move yet.

He says sending in a CIA team
to scour the countryside

will only attract the kind
of attention we can't afford.

You said you understand
what my father did for me.

That he couldn't just wait
and do nothing.

Then you'll understand

that I'm going to need
your help to get to Cuba.

Large tram
to front-gate security.

Jail transport ready to load.

Hi.

- I'm Will Tippin.
- David McNeil.

Thank you
for meeting with me.

Do you mind if I...

- No, that's all right.
- Great.

So, in the letter you sent,
you weren't real specific.

You're doing an article
on encryption software?

No. Not really.

I think
that's an interesting topic,

and if it's timely
we can do that.

So why are we sitting here?

I'm researching something.

It's called SD-6.

I don't have anything
to say about that.

Why? Why don't you just tell me
what you know?

- I mean...
- I don't know anything.

Why don't you just tell me
what you suspect?

I don't suspect anything.

I met with Robert Stoller.

He told me about your wife.

Listen to me.

You stay away from him.
Do you understand?

Don't talk to him again.

My men told me
that you have contacted them.

How?

I knew who to ask
and who to ask for.

Nebseni Saad.
That's your new name.

I know it. SD-6 knows it.

SD-6. Your employer.

Yes.

They will learn what happens
when they send someone after me.

Wait.

I have an offer to make.
That's why I'm here.

You think SD-6 ripped you off,

so you stole from them,
and you disappeared.

Now they've stolen
a good deal of your money,

and they want you dead.

SD-6 will never kill me.

You're too smart
to believe that.

Think about Isaac Lochan
or Ulee Schroeder.

They will find you.

They have a photograph
of you now from Semba Island.

How?

That's the same question
you'll be asking yourself

the moment
before they kill you.

What's your offer?

You have something
of value to me.

Your client list.

I want it.

Not for SD-6, but for me.

For my own personal use.

You give me your client list,
and I'll give you your freedom.

How?

We'll fake your death.
You and I, together.

I'll return to SD-6.
Show them the photographs.

They'll think
you're no longer a problem.

You'll be free.

How do I know that
you are not setting me up?

How do I know
that if I give you my list

that I've worked decades
to assemble,

that you're not simply
going to shoot me anyway?

Because you can trust me.

Think about it.

I'm the one
who contacted your men.

If I really was here
to kill you,

all I had to do was wait,
keep my mouth shut.

You didn't know that you'd
been I.D.'d with your new face.

You would have walked into town.

I could have popped you
in the head like a deer.

If you say yes to this,
we both win. Big.

You say no, we both die.

It's your call.

Gracias.

Interesting.

What?

Well, I think you make
a good offer,

but I still don't know
if I can trust you completely.

So prove to me that you are
willing to go against SD-6.

Anything.

You say you came alone?

Yes.

Well, then,
there is someone else here.

Someone who works for SD-6.

Here. Kill her.

Aim the gun at this woman
if you are who you say you are

and kill her.