All language subtitles for Alias - 1x03 - Parity.asd.en

Seven years ago, I was
recruited to work for SD-6,

which I was told
was a covert branch of the CIA.

I was trained as a spy,

warned not to tell anyone
what I did.

I thought I was working
for the good guys,

until I told my fianc�
about SD-6

and they had him killed.

That's when I learned
the truth.

That SD-6 is part of the very
enemy I thought I was fighting.

Now I'm a double agent,

working with the real CIA
to bring down SD-6,

where my only ally
is another double agent,

a man I hardly know.

My father.

During the Cold War,
six fully armed nuclear weapons

were smuggled into and buried
within the United States.

When SD-6 picked up our nuke,

they put it on a plane
bound for Egypt.

They sold the thing
to Ineni Hassan.

You're going to Cairo.
Devlin told me.

I need your help.

SD-6 can't know
that's where I'm going.

I'm holding the core.

I'm holding
enough plutonium here

to liquefy our insides
in 48 hours.

Put it down.

I put it down, you'll kill me.

Now.

I'm going to count to one.

You're falling behind, Sydney.

And I don't accept late papers.

Okay, you know what?
Good point.

You shouldn't, but I do have
a really good excuse.

Okay, I was on a business trip,
and my flight was delayed.

I have the bomb,
and I'm ready for extraction!

E.T.A., two minutes.

I might not have two minutes.

I made it clear in my syllabus

that I was happy to receive
your papers via e-mail

if you can't
get them to me directly.

You do have e-mail, don't you?

Yes. You're not
going to believe this,

but there was a blackout
where I was staying.

Honestly.

Okay, stop.

I can appreciate
the complexities

of pursuing a graduate degree
with a full-time job,

but it seems to me that
your work is taking precedence

over your education.

Now, admit it, Sydney.

You're dropping the ball.

My job is a means to an end.

Your class makes me feel
like maybe someday

I'll be able to do
something more with my life.

The package is secure.

Copy that.

All right.

Next paper's due Thursday.

I assume
that won't be a problem.

No, not at all.
Okay, thank you so much.

Are you sure about that?

How's Friday?

What's confusing is that Charlie

has this amazing offer
from Fleming Letterman.

It's the most prestigious
law firm in L.A.

But Charlie's not excited?

He's just kind of weird.

He never wants to talk about it.

He doesn't brag.
Wouldn't you brag?

I would be nonstop
talking about myself

if a firm like that wanted me.

You are coming from
very different places.

In his whole family,
he's first-generation college.

That's true.

Not to mention law school.
He's probably nervous.

He's probably terrified.

That's what my dad said.

I called him last night
to ask him what he thought.

He said, "Missy, give it a rest.

You're making something
out of nothing.

Charlie is
one of the good ones. "

Your dad's right.

It's just weird
having that feeling

that someone you love
isn't telling you everything.

I can't believe you can
call your dad for advice.

I just can't imagine.

The worst thing is having a dad
who's always right.

No, it's not the worst thing.

I ran into my father last week.

Where?

Just out shopping.

It was so empty.

It wasn't empty.
It was full, actually.

Full of awkwardness
and these lame pauses.

I don't know.

Your dad's just...

He's just your dad.

I don't want it
to be like that anymore.

I'm sick of it.

I always had this feeling

that maybe someday
my dad and I would connect,

that things could start
to get better.

You know my opinion
of your dad.

I know.

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.

How do you start
something like that?

I have so many questions.

You can call the man.

I'm not gonna reconnect
with my father over the phone.

Fine, go to his work.

Go to the airplane factory or
whatever and start talking.

You're really good at talking.

Dad.

Sydney,
what are you doing here?

I would have called.
I didn't know if that was...

You shouldn't be here.

I told you I have
a thousand questions.

They're keeping me
awake at night.

Then take something.

Dad, did you know SD-6
was going to recruit me?

Did you help?

This isn't the time.

I need to ask you about Mom.

Was it just an accident

or did you tell her
about what you were doing,

like I told Danny?

Look where you are.
You're exposed.

Dad, please.

Don't come here again.
Not again.

The device that you
withdrew from Taipei last month

remains in analysis.

They're trying to figure out
what it does

and how it does it.

At the time, I told you that
Oskar Muller was the designer.

In truth,
Muller was just an academic,

a scientist who took
another man's sketches,

translated them into
practical construction plans,

and put it all together.

Who designed it?

A man named Milo Rambaldi.

Never heard of him.

That doesn't surprise me.

He died in 1496.

Rambaldi was Pope Alexander VI's
chief architect.

Excommunicated for heresy.

Sentenced to death
for suggesting that someday

science would allow us
to know God.

After Rambaldi's death,
his workshop was torn apart.

His plans and sketches
were traded and sold

for next to nothing.

For the next five centuries,

his work was scattered
throughout the world.

No one is sure what's left,
which is unfortunate

because, last March,
a Russian historian

happened upon one
of Rambaldi's early designs.

She recognized something
that looked a lot like...

a transistor.

I don't understand.
Do you understand?

It seems that Rambaldi
was a prophet.

We acquired one of his notebooks
from San Lazaro.

This is the analysis report.

"Rudimentary schematic

for a transportable
vocal communicator. "

The guy was drawing up plans
for a cellphone

around the time
of the Ottoman Empire.

- Come on.
- Ridiculous, right?

You know me.
I am not a New Age kind of guy.

I don't believe in the power
of the pyramid.

I'm not a big granola fan.

This typically
makes me roll my eyes.

Then my eyes came across this.

Written in 1489.

Rambaldi wrote machine code.

Actually, if I could,
it's probably not machine code.

I mean, the concept
of zero's been around...

Well, it precedes Christ.

The numeral one has been
around even longer than that.

Actually, Ptolemy used zeroes
as punctuation marks.

In Indian texts, zero is
more of a spiritual concept

than an actual number.

Of course,
when I say "Indian,"

I don't mean the kind
with the bow and arrows...

Thank you, Marshall.

We don't know what it is.

Rambaldi has become
a priority for us.

We want to learn what it is
before anybody else does.

Have you tried
running the sequence?

It's incomplete.

The entire sequence was written

on the back
of two Rambaldi sketches.

We possess one,
and the other one

is in this man's
private collection.

Eduardo Benegas.
Spanish, V.C., auto enthusiast.

He also owns
the largest collection

of pornographic art in Madrid.

Which I thought was
an interesting fact. Sorry.

We negotiated with him
to buy one of the sketches.

Suddenly he withdrew the piece.

We believe that somebody tipped
him off as to its real value.

We think it's K-Directorate.

Unfortunately,
they're onto Rambaldi, too.

It's possible K-Directorate
stole a key from Benegas.

Our data-reconnaissance
division thinks,

although it hasn't
been confirmed yet,

that he's surrounded
at all times

by half a dozen bodyguards.

We're talking about guys

trained
under the UEl Special Forces.

We also have reason to believe

that Benegas keeps the key
on his person at all times.

So the big question is,

how did K-Directorate
swipe the key?

Anna.

It was Anna, wasn't it?

Eduardo Benegas has a sketch

drawn by Milo Rambaldi.

There's a code
written on the back.

SD-6 wants that code.

The sketch is in a case.

The case is in a vault.

The vault is on the top floor

of a car museum
owned by Benegas.

So I'm going to Madrid.

What's my countermission?

So it's 2,000 words or less
on gene sequencing

in virus-resistant cabbage,
right?

And I'm realizing slowly

that I might not have
a real handle on the situation.

Which part?

Just the part
about the gene sequencing

in the virus-resistant cabbage.

Doesn't your paper have
a science correspondent?

Hi.

Okay, thanks.
I will come by.

Sorry. Wrong number.

- Thanks so much.
- Bye.

- So you're busy.
- Who was...

You okay? When you were
on the phone, it looked like...

It was Danny's landlord.

They found some of his stuff
in the garage.

You all right?

Do you want me to go?
I can get that stuff for you.

Would you mind?

I have to go to San Diego
for the bank tonight.

Don't worry about it.

- It's done.
- Thanks.

So, who called?

Oh, it was a wrong number.

They were looking
for a pizza place.

I think I'm gonna go for
a quick run before my cab comes.

Hi.

Devlin wants you to follow
through on Sloane's orders.

Apparently, we're both after
the same piece of missing code.

- You're kidding me.
- Nope.

You already knew about Rambaldi?

I didn't. The agency did.

Da Vinci meets Nostradamus.
I don't buy it.

Tell the CIA station chief
in Barcelona

to prep for a dead drop.

Worst case,
I'll encrypt the code

on a Radiohead MP3
and leave it on Audiogalaxy.

How did Russian underground
find out about Rambaldi?

Hey, you're the intel guy.

What can you tell me
about Anna Espinosa?

She was born in Cuba,
raised in Russia.

One of the last
of the Cold War babies.

Go-to officer at K-Directorate

for wet work
and active measures.

About a year ago,

I had a meeting with
an informant in Yugoslavia.

Low-level. Just a guy with
intel who needed the money.

Anna recorded
the entire conversation

with a parabolic mike
from the building next door.

How do you know?

Because as I was
shaking his hand to leave,

she blew out the back of his
skull with a sniper rifle,

even though she got
what she came for.

Her way of telling me
I was out of my league.

Be careful out there.

See you when I get back.

No, actually, you won't.

I'm being replaced
by a senior officer.

It seems I wasn't experienced
enough to be your handler.

It was really good to meet you.

Good luck in Madrid.

He's an idiot.
That's the problem.

So is Davenport.

They're so involved
in their own bureaucratic...

Protocol.

You know who's replacing me?

- Yes. Lambert.
- Lambert.

Can I say something?

Not just as a fellow officer,
but as a very smart man.

You're getting too emotional
about this.

Not this again.

You're attached to this woman.

This is your answer
for everything.

If you were paying me
to analyze you...

Shut up. Stop it.

I'd say that you're jealous.

The guy may be senior,
but he's junior. Trust me.

Now he gets to see Sydney every
week, and it's making you crazy.

- This is not about me.
- Yes, it is.

No, it's not.

She's going to Madrid.

There's this agent
with K-Directorate.

She could not sound
more dangerous.

I'm scared for Sydney.

I know I'm off the case,
but I want her to come back.

There's nothing
you can do about it.

You don't know if this woman
will be in Madrid.

So why worry?

You sure wrote a hell of a lot
about this Bristow girl.

Anything else
I need to know about her?

I think you'll find
that Sydney's quite capable

of speaking for herself.

Look at her.

Wouldn't kick that out of bed.

You're going
to Madrid tonight.

The fundraiser's gonna be
at this Vieta auto museum.

You probably want
to dress nice, dress to thrill.

Maybe you'd like to wear
this necklace?

The pearls are fiberglass.

That's better to transmit
the vibrations from your larynx

to the mike
right inside the pendant.

Maybe you want
to try it on.

I could sample it.

Probably wouldn't match my...

Se�ora.

Gracias.

I'm in.

Roger that.

Last year,
Benegas lent some money

to the paramilitary
down in Colombia.

It didn't fly well
with the guerrillas.

Everyone's gonna be
a bit jumpy tonight.

That's okay.
We can use that.

We've got a normal
Spanish peseta, right?

Wrong. Sonic-wave emitter.

Just make sure
you drop it near a window.

Anna just crashed the party.

Careful, Syd.

I don't want to
tell you what to do

when you're out in the field
or anything,

but the unveiling
of the prototype

would be a good time
to activate the coin.

As hot as you look,

they'd be looking at the car
and not at you.

Benegas racing
is proud to present

its new 627-110 prototype!

You take this pen right here.

Normal-looking pen
that you'd write with.

Click that like that and boom.

Now, the vault is
on the top floor.

You're gonna have to bypass
all the security cameras.

I got a remote modem.
Remote modem.

What you do is
you wire it in the

the central-junction box, which
is located on the first floor.

Then Dixon can loop
the video signal.

Central panel.
Junction box "A."

Damn it.

- What?
- Anna's already been here.

She's tapped in
to the alarm system.

Remote modem?

Yes, which means
she's got backup.

All right, Syd, leave it there.

We'll piggyback
off their signal.

We don't want to trigger
the central alarm.

Do you see Anna
on any of the monitors?

Not on any of the feeds.

She's in the ducts.

I'm heading for the elevators.
Did you rig the cameras?

Looping the feed now.

I'm running
the lock descrambler.

Anna's in the vault.

The vault will be
unlocked in five seconds.

What's wrong
with the descrambler?

They're jamming your frequency.
I'll try and find them.

Dixon, the elevator's
locked down.

The descrambler's still jammed.

Hold on, Sydney.

I see them.

Hurry!

Hurry. They're coming up.

We're back on-line.

I think she's taking
the north corridor.

I'm gonna try to head her off.

I'm headed
towards the chopper now.

Dixon, she's going out back.

Sydney!

Syd, up there!

- Give me your gun.
- Sydney.

Give me the gun!

Hi, I'm Will Tippin.
I'm a friend of Sydney's.

She asked me to come
pick up some of her stuff.

This is all of it.

They arrest anyone yet?

For the murder?

No, not yet.

Do you have any idea

how long that
traffic camera's been there?

No, I don't.

Do the traffic cameras take
a picture at every red light,

or just when there's a car
in the intersection?

Really?

Can we get ahold of every photo
taken on June 8th

between midnight and 6:00 A.M.

At the corner
of Alavis and Sunset?

Okay, great. Call me back.

Fighting a traffic ticket?

I swear to God
the genetics piece

is practically arriving
on your desk as we speak.

- Practically?
- Very nearly practically.

Almost concurrent
with this conversation.

Out of 2,000 words, how many
have you practically typed?

Counting the headline?

Will, don't make me regret
hiring people in their 20s.

Hi, 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.

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

Have you seen
my aqua-blue Chevy?

With the hula girl on the dash?

Yes, sadly, we've seen that.

Welcome home.

Thanks.

How was San Diego?

Boring.
How'd the article turn out?

It's boring.

You might be too wiped out,

but some of us are gonna
have dinner tonight.

Love to.
I could use some fun.

You want to do it
at my place? I'll order in.

Great. 7:00?

How about 7:30?

I better get going before I
get fired, which is inevitable.

Will.

Nothing. It's just...

It's nice to be home.

I'll see you tonight.

You're gonna like
working with me.

Really?

Must have been...

oh, I almost don't know
how to say it...

devastating
when Kenny was killed,

but I want you to know
you can trust me.

I understand.
I empathize.

His name was Danny.

Danny?

Yes, of course.

Well, what happened to Danny
was a tragedy.

Yet you didn't give up.

Mr. Lambert,
I got your message.

Is there a reason I'm here?

I just wanted
to introduce myself.

Grab a little face time
with my girl.

I wanted to make sure

you don't have any queries
I might be able to...

I've got a query.

Shoot.

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.

I just love your spirit.

That's heartening.

Are we done here?

Yeah, honey, we're all done.

No, I am telling you.

I'm legally blind
without my contacts in.

First day I went
in my apartment, right?

Give me two.

I'm in the kitchen
eating cereal

for literally five minutes.

I hear someone coughing.
I put on my glasses.

There's three men
painting my walls.

I totally forgot
they were coming.

Now, that's bad.

No, the bad thing was
he was naked.

- I was, yeah.
- Naked.

I naked-clean.
It's cathartic.

He loves to embarrass me.

Wait, wait.
Define "naked-clean" for us.

- I clean naked.
- Please, don't tell this story.

I clean our apartment naked.
I like it. It's cathartic.

He loves to embarrass me.

I'm gonna see that
and raise it five.

You're bluffing.

You have the most obvious
tell on the planet.

What?

Not even in the hardcorest
of ways do I bluff.

You only raise
when you're bluffing.

No, I don't.

Full house.

Damn it.

When Will bluffs,
you can always tell.

I'll be right back.

How come I can never tell
with you?

Wait, wait.

What are you saying?

All of the traffic cameras
were out that night.

Okay, hold on.

Within a mile
of Danny's apartment.

Is that a normal thing?

No. That doesn't sound
like a normal thing to me.

I got Law Review at 6:00 A.M.

Maybe we should go
while we're ahead?

Oh, sure.
Thank you, Sydney.

Good night.

- Hey, see you later, Will.
- Bye, Will.

Thank you, Jenny.
Thanks.

That is weird, isn't it?

What's weird?

Oh, this stupid article
I got to write.

Look at this.

I don't know what it is
about tequila.

It's like a trigger.

I always get this craving.

It's more than a craving.

When I drink tequila,
ice cream becomes...

Like a chaser?

Like oxygen,
like a requirement.

Freshman year, I didn't go
to many parties.

Well, I could say any parties.
But I did go to this one.

I remember.

I had some punch.
It was mostly tequila.

And I got so wasted.

It was pathetic.

I went to this 24-hour market.

I bought 3 pints of chocolate
chocolate-chip ice cream.

Oh, my God.
Is this story gonna end?

Shut up.

Oh, my God.
This is excellent.

So much better.

You got to try this.

It's a super combination
of chocolate and chips,

and it's genius.

Isn't it?

Here.

Thanks.

I'm sorry.

No, thank you.

- I'm sorry.
- Thank you.

This is good.

My shirt didn't have
enough ice cream on it.

Oops.

� I'll hold you close
in the back of my mind �

� Raise my glass �

I should...

� 'Cause either way I'm dead �

� Neither of you �

Listen, I...

� Really help me
to sleep anymore �

� One breaks my body �

� And the other
breaks my soul �

Will.

I left that box in my car.

It's Danny's.

I'm gonna go get it
before I forget it.

Marshall couldn't open
the lockbox.

In my defense, it was rigged
with a brand-new tech,

an internal device that'll
destroy anything inside it

if opened
without the actual key.

Marshall, would you please
go back to work?

Just to clarify,
I'm not being fired?

"Back to work"
means "not fired. "

So we needed a contingency plan.

So we called in
our best game theorist.

Hello, Sydney.

Have a seat.

We mapped out a scenario

where you would infiltrate
the K-Directorate lab

where we believe
the key is being held.

Jack thought that...

Your father thought that
it could be too big of a risk.

Why? It sounds like
the right move.

Obviously, we need the key.

Obviously, they need the box.

Six hours ago,
I contacted K-Directorate.

We settled on an arrangement.

You and Anna will meet
at a neutral location

under cover of both agencies'
security forces.

Together
you'll open the lockbox.

Is this a joke?

As far as we know,
the Directorate doesn't know

the code was divided
into two sketches.

We have nothing to lose by
letting them see what's inside.

This is a symmetric scenario.

It compels both sides

to adopt a mutually
reinforcing course of action.

Close cooperation

is one of the most stable
strategic paradigms.

Assuming all the players
are rational.

Plus, I'm just supposed to trust
Anna Espinosa?

I need to brief
the advance team.

The first plan was suicide.

I could have handled myself.

Then we disagree.

At least my way,
you have a fighting chance.

I guess I should thank you.

Never crossed my mind.

Dad?

Before I go...

just answer my question
about Mom.

Your mother knew I was CIA.

It was no secret between us.

She died in the accident.

I never lied about that.

What is this?

Two-way earpiece
and tracking chip.

We want you to tag Anna.

We've got a surveillance team
on alert in Berlin.

Whose idea was this?

This is my op,
Agent Bristow.

This only works if everyone's
on their best behavior.

I'm not gonna be
the one to break those rules,

especially when there will be
a dozen snipers

waiting for me
to look the wrong way.

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

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.

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

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 CIA gets nothing.

Vaughn is a junior officer.

Then promote him.

Daniel Hecht's apartment
was here.

The cameras were off
from here to here.

He was roughly in the center

of a one-mile video blackout
the night he was killed.

Unless this is a coincidence,
which seems doubtful,

there's just no way
this is a straight B&E.

Maybe, but Eisenberg
is on the crime desk.

You are a staff reporter
who's way past deadline.

Don't make me regret working
for people in their 50s.

40s.

One week.

Francie, you're overreacting.

Charlie's cheating
on me. I have proof.

Found something in his pocket.

It's a matchbook
with some girl's name

and phone number written in it.

Copy that.
We're five minutes out.

You can't be paranoid.
That could mean anything.

It says,
"I truly loved tonight. Rachel. "

The matchbook is from a hotel.

Oh, Fran.

Just don't assume the worst yet.

You won't know
until you know.

The truth isn't
always what it looks like.

Syd, where are you?

I'm with a German client.
Let me call you back.

Everyone, listen up.

Per agreement
with the Directorate,

we're gonna divide the stadium
straight down the middle.

They get the west side.
We get the east side.

Alpha team, you're on
rear over watch

just in case
they try to surprise us.

Bravo and Charlie teams,
you're on countersniper.

The rules of engagement are,
you're authorized to fire

only if our assets
are fired upon.

I'm tracking K-Directorate.

They're taking position.

Everyone, hold your positions.

We're waiting for Bristow
to go hot-mike.

Who am I talking to?

Your invisible friend.

Good. Where are you?

Satellite relay station
back in L.A.,

watching you
from a 200-mile orbit.

My guardian angel.

I was gonna say
the same thing to you.

- Thanks for the promotion.
- You're welcome.

Heads up.

- Team leader, we're hot.
- Copy that.

She's coming.

Have you two spoken
about her mother?

Yes.

She asked me about her death.

Did you tell her the truth?

How's your Russian these days?

I heard about your fianc�.

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

of the men
that killed your true love?

- I take it you brought the key.
- I take it you brought the box.

Once we see what's inside,
we go our separate ways.

Oh, my God.

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