All language subtitles for Alias S03E07 Prelude_Track02

Previously on "alias"...
What do you want?

For me to succeed
in my new work

as a double agent
for the covenant,

I'll need your help.

Your needs
don't concern me.

It's good to see you,
Julia.

Good to see you, too.

You're being set up.

His daughter --
Sydney Bristow, also CIA,

goes by an alias --
Julia Thorne.

It's been three weeks
since I found out

Sydney murdered lazarey.

I've been lying to my wife
for three weeks.

You were ordered
not to say anything.

Yeah, and she wasn't ordered
to find out

is that I'm actively
engaged in preventing her

from doing her job.

And that you're
protecting Sydney.

Yeah.

I'm no longer
sloane's handler.

Dixon gave that job
to Sydney Bristow.

Good. That frees you up
to focus on the lazarey murder.

I spoke
to the leasing agent.

According to their records,

this office was leased
a year ago, November 24th --

a 4-year lease
paid in advance.

Was there a name
on the lease?

Yes, there was.

I believe she's the person
who killed lazarey.

Her name is Julia Thorne.

Hello?

Oh, Sydney.

Thank you.
Thank you, doctor.

Good to see you.

I know I haven't been
to group in a while.

Well, that's okay.

We have another session
tonight.

I actually came here to talk
to you about something else.

Is it your dreams?

I've heard about
an experimental procedure

used to recover
lost memories --

neurostimulation therapy.

Now Sydney, before
we discuss this,

some of those people
have been in that group

for 10 years,
and none of them seem to be

any closer to finding out
what happened to them.

Well, the point is
to accept what's happened,

that you
may never remember,

and in so doing,
free yourself to move on.

With all due respect,
the one thing

that you don't know
is what it feels like.

You have clearance,
so I can tell you

that unlike anyone else
in that group,

there's a terrorist
organization

trying to find out
the one thing

that I can't remember.

My point being,
I don't have the luxury

of waiting for acceptance.

Come with me.

This is Kenneth Blake.

He joined
central intelligence in 1981.

He was missing
for five years.

Finally turned up
in a South Korean hospital

with severe injuries
and no memory whatsoever.

Blake volunteered
for the same procedure

you're asking for.

The procedure
was carried out.

Blake soon learned
that he'd been

in custody of the north Koreans
all that time,

exposed to torture
so intense, so prolonged

that his conscious mind
blacked it out.

The invasive nature
of the surgery

left him with permanent
brain damage.

You should know, Sydney,

that the national
security council

considers Blake
a successful test case

for neurostimulation
therapy.

I'd consider death
as an option

before this procedure.

You have been a busy man,
javier parez.

Epidemiology lab
in cannes,

disease control ministry
in Spain,

genetic engineering
facility in Cuba.

Do I turn you over
to Cuba, to Spain, to France?

To me, there is no difference.

For you, there is at least
one significant difference.

France and Spain do not
believe in the death penalty.

So here's
where we help each other.

You provide me
with a bigger fish --

the people who commission
you, for instance --

and I allow you to choose
to whom I place my call.

What if I told you

I have information
that would be

very interesting
to the Americans

regarding
a central intelligence agent

and a murder?

A CIA agent committing murder.

Ha ha ha.

Hardly newsworthy.

It is when it's done
on behalf

of an international
terrorist group,

and the target
is a Russian diplomat.

People, listen up.

We've got non-cleared
personnel en route.

Deactivate
the wireless network,

and put all secure servers
on lockdown.

I don't want to see
anything on these screens

more revealing
than a weather map.

Level 3 security
procedures in effect.

All computer monitors
and lcds on safe mode.

Re-routing the pbx
to administration.

I always knew you were
destined for great things.

Follow me.

Marshall.

Mr. sloane.

Hi.

It's been a while.

A lot has happened
since, you know...

I mean, first you were evil,
now you're good --

so you claim.

Not that I don't trust you.
It's just --

how are you?

Very happy
to see you, Marshall.

Due to the sensitive
nature of the information

arvin sloane is about
to present to us,

I thought it would be best
if he did so here.

So, is everyone here?

Agents Vaughn and Reed are
prepping a separate assignment

under the direction
of the nsc.

10 hours ago,
I had a meeting with Mr. sark.

I assume we're here
because the covenant

requires something of me.

Your new assignment.

It seems the covenant
is no longer satisfied

with using my organization
merely as a front

for their illegal activities.

They've now tasked me
an operation.

I presume you know
what a maser is.

You mean a microwave laser?

Well, yeah.

I mean, I -- you want
me to explain?

Marshall, sloane has no
authority in this room.

Sorry. I didn't mean
to offend you, sir.

I mean, I know you're
definitely the main --

do you want me to --
yes.

It's a microwave that gets
focused into a pinpoint beam,

very similar to how light
gets focused into a laser.

Tomorrow night I'm scheduled
to attend

a charity function hosted
by the Chinese government

and one of their ministries.

The covenant has acquired
intelligence

that China has designed
a working maser unit,

the prototype of which
is held there.

China intends to mount
a maser ray

on one of their
defense satellites.

It is an assassination
program.

Wait, are you saying
that this weapon

is capable of killing
from space?

Pulsed microwaves are capable
of causing tissue damage,

heart failure,
even brain hemorrhaging.

This weapon could make it appear
as if the victim died

from natural causes.

You can imagine
the potential threat

if the covenant were to acquire
this technology.

I've been tasked to steal
the maser's operating system,

which is in the Chinese
defense minister's office.

I want strategic services
to review your plan,

and I'll assign an agent
to go along.

I presumed that would
be the case.

Therefore, I propose
that Sydney accompany me

to the function
posing as my assistant.

Then together we can obtain
the operating system,

corrupt the maser,
and pass along

the faulty data
to the covenant.

That is,

assuming the CIA
still intends to use me

as a double agent.

Why me?

Because this mission
cannot be done alone.

I will not risk my life

unless I'm going in
with the best.

Do you really imagine,
given your history with Sydney,

that we would ever order --

I'll go.

You know I don't trust you,

and that I believe
you have an endgame

beyond this operation.

But I also know
that if we're caught,

we'll be standing
side by side

in front of a Chinese
firing squad,

which means this time
our interests are in line.

And if you betray me,

I will just kill you
myself.

I understand you've been
loaned out to the nsc.

Yeah, I leave for Mexico
in an hour.

Lauren requested me.
She's briefing me en route.

A contact of mine in Nogales
just informed me

that javier parez
was apprehended

by Mexican authorities.

I'm sure you remember him
as part of the freelance team

Sydney infiltrated
several weeks ago.

Yeah, sort of.
He almost killed me.

He's offered
to trade information

to the nsc in exchange
for leniency.

Our problem is this --

he knows about Sydney --

that she murdered
andrian lazarey

under the alias
Julia Thorne.

You can imagine
the consequences

were he to share this
information with your wife.

I think, agent Vaughn,
that you should tell her

that you know the identity

of the man you've been
sent to interview,

and that conflict of interest
requires you both

to remove yourself
from this case.

Are you asking me to interfere
with my wife's investigation?

Yes.

No.

I've kept the truth
about Sydney from Lauren

because Dixon ordered me to --
a situation you orchestrated.

You understand
the consequences to Sydney

if this information
leaks out.
Yes, of course I do.

The nsc will subject her
to invasive brain surgery.

Okay, stop.

I don't need a lecture from you
on the risks she faces.

Then I don't understand
your resistance.

Because the nsc will send
other operatives.

Either way,
they're going to find out.

It will provide us the time
to plan our next move.

Look, I think it's safe
to say I know my wife

a lot better than you do.

I would hope.

Lauren may be
our best chance

of keeping this information
from the nsc.

And, Mr. Vaughn,
what if you're wrong?

Okay, it's the latest
in cloaking technology.

It's called
optical camouflage.

Now, basically,
if you take a look right here,

its surface is covered
in microfilaments,

which interpret
the U.V. waves

generated
by its surroundings,

which means that
once you drop it off

in the Chinese ministry,

I will be able to guide it
undetected

past the internal
security cameras

to the central
alarm controls,

which I'll then deactivate
using the internal modem.

So, once you disable
the alarms,

I'll be able to access
the minister's office,

where the maser
is being kept?

Right. Once you get
to the maser,

you will access
the motherboard,

and then you will attach
this to the eprom chip.

Now, press one, and you'll
be connected to me,

and I will access the maser's
operating system

and corrupt it, and then
a copy of the corrupted version

which I will give to sloane
to pass on to the covenant.

Right.

Actually,
where did the car go?

Uh...

By the way,
you look beautiful.

Spare me.

I would encourage you
to take my arm

if we're going to bluff
our way through this.

Mr. sloane, we're honored
you could attend.

The honor is mine,
minister woo.

And this is my executive
assistant, Christina meyers.

A pleasure.

Pleasure.

Your organization's
compassionate work

is the model of humanitarian
achievement.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Miss meyers, would you
give us a moment, please?

I have a private matter
to discuss with the minister.

Certainly.

Your assistant is lovely.

I presume she does
more for you than type.

Oh, our relationship
is strictly professional.

Of course.

Yello?

You're on.

Ladies and gentlemen,
start your engines.

Okay...

Promise me again
that they won't hear it.

The noise output
is .04 dbs,

which is inaudible
to the human ear, sir.

A cockroach thinks louder
than this car.

Looks like a nice party.

All right.
I'm gonna follow this guy.

Looks like he knows
where he's going.

Security.

Are you all right?

As long as Marshall

can shut down
the security system.

You know, Sydney,
we should dance.

Like hell.

The minister assumes
we're sleeping together.

Despite my protests,
he remains unconvinced.

I could care less.

Well, neither would I

if he wasn't constantly
looking in my direction.

Normally I would suggest
that we remain discreet.

I think it best that we feign
an argument on the dance floor.

That would buy you
sufficient time

to slip away.

And, Sydney, given the way
you feel about me,

I doubt it would take
much acting on your part.

So, my dear,

shall we?

We have to get
to the security room.

All right, following him.

Okay. Ooh.

Sorry.

Hurry up.

I got to focus.

Marshall,
follow that guard.

Turn to the right.

I got it, I got it.

Good. He's approaching
the security control room.

Hurry.

Pedal to the medal, sir.

Easy.

Piece of cake.

Hurry.

Marshall, under the desk.
Yeah, yeah, I got it.

Well done.

Okay, now I will activate
the rf modem

and hack into
the security system.

Okay, alarms are down.
Surveillance is...Off.

Should take them weeks
to get back online,

maybe even months.

Hello?

Thank you.

Marshall says the security
system is shut down.

Well, then I propose you make
this fight look real.

Oh, God, it's a boy.

Get back in the car.

We have them.

The payment will be left

in the confessional
of the church as instructed.

Hold them for at least
two hours,

then let them go.

Vamános, muchachos!

Marshall, I'm going in.

Copy, mountaineer.

Security systems
are offline.

You're cleared for entry.

Keep your face covered.

You can't afford
to be recognized.

Checking for sensors.

We're good.

Okay, Marshall,
uplink established.

Copy that, mountaineer.

Give me two seconds
to corrupt the code.

Uh-oh.

What's the matter?

Security system
is back online.

I don't know how they did it,
but it's up.

Can you get it
back offline?

Give me two seconds.

Sydney, you may have been
compromised.

Get out of there.
Marshall, how much longer?

No! Get out of there now!

How long?!

Just give me one minute.

Marshall, are you done?

Yeah. Go, go, go.

You are very lucky
they let you go.

Crime on the highways
has become an embarrassment.

If you'd like to file
a report,

I will see that it receives
the highest priority.

No, thank you.

We'd like to extradite
Mr. parez as soon as possible.

Very well.

This way.

Ay, dios mío.

Who else has been
to see Mr. parez

since he arrived here?

No one.

I am truly sorry you came
this way for nothing.

You'll give this
to the covenant.

It contains the corrupted
copy of the operating system.

The covenant will track it
back to the Chinese prototype,

which has also been
corrupted.

They won't suspect
that you betrayed them.

I see.

I wonder how many times
your handler

said something like that
to you

just before you were about to
give me something like this --

a small object
of tremendous value

that I asked you to steal
for SD-6,

which you then rendered
worthless

in order to prevent
its exploitation

by the alliance.

It happened on occasion.

There was a time
you trusted me.

It was before
I knew who you were.

It was before I knew
who I was.

Oh, no, it was
more recent than that.

The day you were found
in Hong Kong,

the day of your
resurrection, as it were,

this letter arrived
in my office.

My analyst confirmed
what I recognized instantly,

what I'm sure you'll
verify on your own.

The handwriting is yours.

I've never seen that code
before.

I didn't want to offer it
to anyone else.

Unfortunately, I couldn't
decipher it myself.

And since those items
were once in your possession,

I thought you might
want them back.

Let's talk.

Of course.

You killed javier parez,
you son of a bitch.

You've just returned
from a traumatic experience,

Mr. Vaughn.

You're understandably
emotional,

which would explain
your baseless accusation.

You're right.
I am emotional.

I get that way
when I see a gun

pressed
to my wife's temple.

Ours is a risky business.

Armed rebels
take us hostage,

then let us go out of
the kindness of their hearts?

You didn't think
I'd see through that?

Thankfully, you were
graced by a stroke of luck.

You really expect me
to believe

a man on the verge
of bartering for his freedom

just decided to hang himself?

Mr. parez had a price
on his head.

He most likely knew
his days were numbered.

What part of this doesn't have
a rational explanation?

You ever put my wife's
life in danger again,

I will kill you!

Then perhaps
you finally understand

the moral compromises
you make

when someone you love
is in danger.

Get in the car.

Please.

I've jammed the feed
of the c.C. TV cameras,

so let us speak freely.

You know who I am?

Yes.

I understand
your investigation

into the lazarey murder
has hit a dead end.

What a pity.

How do you know
about that?

I know because I framed
javier parez,

assuming he'd be extradited
to the United States,

and that once he was
in custody, he'd be forced

to confess what he knows --

namely the identity
of andrian lazarey's murderer.

This is the second time

I've had a gun
put to my head.

I don't particularly
like it.

Now I'm going to assume
that if you wanted me dead,

I would be, so if you have
something to tell me, do it.

A wedding present.

A touch informal,
I know,

but everything else
on your registry was taken.

Open it.

Where did you get these?

Where is not important.

What is important is who.

Her name is Julia Thorne --

merely an alias.

She goes by another name --

a name you're quite
familiar with.

Oh, my God.

Now you should understand
why I've risked

coming to you like this.

I recently learned
that Sydney Bristow

murdered a father
I never had a chance to know.

I suspect you have your own
reasons for disliking her.

Therefore, I'm confident

that you'll relay
this information

to the appropriate parties.

By the way,

I've rigged
a weight-sensitive charge

to the underside
of this vehicle.

Once I leave you,
I'll activate it.

If you attempt
to get out of the car

before 30 minutes
has elapsed,

the charge will detonate.

It has been a pleasure,
miss Reed.

Hello?

It's me.
Dad.

Are you all right?
You sound upset.

Yeah. No, I'm fine.

Did you receive
my transmission?

Yes. Sloane gave you a key

which he claims
was sent to him

sometime before you
woke up in Hong Kong.

Yeah, his claim
was pretty convincing.

It was written
in my handwriting.

The ciphertext as well?
Yes.

That during the time
you were missing,

I contacted your mother?

That ciphertext
was encoded

using a method she devised.

What does this mean,
that I was in contact with mom

during the two years
I was gone?

If that's true,
she failed to mention it

during
our last communication.

Can you break the code?

Yes, I learned the code
from your mother last year.

It's an address in Rome --

1124 piazza barbarini,

the penthouse apartment.

Does that mean anything
to you?

I had a local contact
pull up the property record.

The apartment was purchased
a year ago.

The buyer chose to remain
anonymous.

Get some rest.

When you get back,

you and I will go
to Rome together.

Okay.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Did he hurt you?

No.

I'm so sorry.

We'll find him.

He told me Julia Thorne
is really Sydney Bristow.

I wasn't sure if you knew.

Now I know.

I was under orders
not to say anything,

just as you were.

Whose orders?
Dixon's.

Dixon knows?
Yes.

And Jack, weiss, everyone?

That's not the point.
It's exactly the point.

Everyone at that office
kept secret from the nsc

the one thing I have desperately
been trying to learn.

How long have you known?

Three weeks.

For three weeks

you've been trying to derail
my investigation!

Lauren, Sydney doesn't
remember any of it.

Do not defend her to me.

I am explaining why Dixon --

I am your wife!

You kept Sydney's
secret from me.

You protected Sydney
over me,

something I refuse
to do with you.

It's not that simple.

Do you still love her?

Oh, damn it, that's not
what this is about!

She is not my wife!

You can't punish her

for the fact
that she and I had a past.

If you report this
to Lindsey,

Lauren, he's going to want
to know everything she did

over those two years.
As well he should.

No, the only way
to access her memory

is through a dangerous
invasive procedure --

I'm aware of the procedures,

none of which they would
force on a U.S. agent.

Lazarey
was a Russian diplomat.

All Lindsey has to do is form
an extradition agreement

with the Russians, and she
will be shipped to moscow,

where she has no rights
as an American.

He'll run
the procedure there.

He can't do that.
She's a CIA operative --

think about it.
You know better than anyone.

Lindsey will not hesitate
to break the rules.

If he learns about this,
Sydney --

oh, my God, Lauren.

You already reported her.

You followed your orders,
I followed mine.

Michael --

Hello?

Sydney, it's me.
Don't go home.

The nsc knows everything.
Meet me at terminal one.

I'll explain everything
once I pick you up.

How the hell
did they find out?

Sark told Lauren.

Sark?
I have a plane
waiting for you

at the Dover airfield.

It'll take you anywhere,
but you have to tell me

where you want to go --
someplace you know well

so you can disappear.

If the nsc wants to find me,
they will.

Sydney --
look, I was someone else
for two years, Vaughn --

someone I don't even
remember.

What am I supposed
to do now,

just spend the rest
of my life in hiding?

Between that and a lobotomy,
there isn't a choice.

I can't keep running
forever.

I'll do everything I can
to make sure you won't have to.

Rome.

I'm going to Rome.

Grazie.

There's a cafe at the corner
of villa del corso

and villa con dote --
cafe Ruby.

There's a pay phone
with a false bottom.

You'll find money
and a new passport.

Good thing
I'm already packed.

You should go.

Vaughn,

why are you doing this?

My life is already
a disaster.

Now yours is, too.

What happened between us...

Everything --

the way it is

isn't anyone's fault,
Sydney.

And even though
everything's changed,

some things don't.

I'm not going
to lose you twice.

Thank you.

Grazie.

Sydney didn't check in
this morning,

and she's not answering
her cell phone.

Do you know where she is?

I don't know.

Director Dixon,

I need to speak with you
in your office, please.

Of course.

The nsc knows that Sydney
was responsible

for lazarey's murder,
don't they?

I presume you're the one

who helped her disappear
last night.

Tell me, what else

are you willing to do
to see Sydney through this?

What did you have in mind?

Please sit.

No, thank you.

Director Dixon,

you've always been
direct and fair with me,

which is why
I take no pleasure

in what I'm about to say.

Under authority

of the national
security council,

Robert Lindsey has instructed me
to relieve you of duty

as director
of this task force

until he arrives
to assume control.

On what grounds?

Obstruction of justice.

Willingly conspiring

to impede an international
investigation

into the murder
of andrian lazarey.

I have photographic evidence
Sydney Bristow was his killer.

We've learned you've known
about this for some time.

It is within my purview

to compartmentalize
information, Lauren.

If Bob Lindsey
has issue with that,

he can take it up

with the director
of central intelligence.

He has.

Feel free to call d.C.I.
Yourself for confirmation.

Though I suspect your phone
will be ringing any moment.

These premises are to be
locked down

until Lindsey arrives
with federal agents.

That means until such time,
nobody leaves.

I take it you have
Sydney in custody.

Not yet,

but we know where she is.

Aah!

Sydney Bristow...