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Previously on "alias"... Something you should know.

I spent three years studying you

for my postdoctorate dissertation.

And to some degree, I understand you, arvin.

And I can help you if you let me try.

I lie.

I keep secrets.

I divulge only what I must

in order to elicit the reaction I need.

One of those secrets

affects the only two people I care about in the world --

Sydney and Jack Bristow.

This watch belonged to my father.

It's broken now,

but it used to keep perfect time.

He said you could set your heart by this watch.

It stopped October 1st --

the day we met.

We'll find each other.

We always find each other.

You two are gonna continue working together.

You're gonna be heading up our new north American cell.

That sounds just about right.

Now, of course, this doesn't absolve you

of your responsibilities

working overtime as an agent for Uncle Sam.

Of course.

But in the meantime, may I suggest --

and this is just a suggestion --

that you put the kibosh on your husband's

extracurricular sex-tivities?

Lauren, hi.

I see what's going on between you and Michael,

so let me be clear.

Stay the hell away from my husband.

Michael, what are you doing?

Oh, sometimes I hate my job.

Baby, what's going on?

You know how doctors always make you wait?

What?

When you go in for an appointment.

My dad hated that.

He used to say he always kept his appointments,

and everyone else should do the same.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I just -- I was looking for my house keys,

and I found this.

Why were you looking for your house keys?

I couldn't sleep.

I thought I'd go for a jog.

What time is it?

I don't know. It's broken.

Are you sure you're all right?

Yeah. I'm fine.

I'll see you later.

Will he ever open his eyes?

Well, babies sleep, weiss. That's what they do.

You know, except when they're screaming.

Last night, from midnight to 6:00 -- whew.

He's gorgeous, Marshall.

Thanks.

Isn't he beautiful?

Looks like he has my nose.

Yeah, look at him.

Thanks.

You know, last night he looked at me.

He barely opened his eyes,

but I swear to God, guys, Mitchell's a genius.

Oh, Mr. Bristow, take a look.

That's Mitchell. He's my guy.

Cute.

Thanks.

Your tie's on backwards.

God, I didn't... Get a lot of sleep.

You're familiar with the shining sword?

Fundamentalist terror network based in the Philippines?

They've been dormant since the Bali bombings of '02.

Are they operational again?

Earlier today we intercepted a burst transmission

which indicates that an operative of shining sword

has acquired a plasma charge.

Plasma charge?

I thought those were only theoretical.

According to the burst transmission,

the operative is shipping the bomb

to one of their European cells.

The transmission included specs.

Now, believe it or not, these schematics

are two times scale, meaning this device

is only 6 inches in diameter.

But it packs a wallop.

Now, this is a conservative interpolation

of the damage it would cause if detonated --

and this doesn't account for fires

or collateral explosions.

And --

sorry, I don't know how that got in there.

That was at breakfast. Mitchell --

is the bomb being shipped trans-pacific

or via the Atlantic?

We don't know, but we traced the transmission

to a digital storage facility in Vancouver

where the shining sword operative

maintains his database. Were we able to hack in?

Well, digistash is basically a self-storage facility

for digital files --

corporate records, medical databases,

that sort of stuff.

So their firewalls -- state of the art.

I wouldn't be able to hack the database

unless someone on the inside were to open up a port.

Sydney, Vaughn,

you'll go to the facility looking to lease vault space.

Once inside, you'll uplink with Marshall.

And if we're lucky,

the operative will have archived the details of the shipment,

and we can intercept the bomb before it's delivered.

Should I tell them the ID--

I had a great idea what you guys should --

I think you should pose as radio astronomers.

You know, looking to back up your recordings

of interplanetary noise.

Now, I came up with a little cheat sheet

that should help you, and you can review this

en route.

And one more thing.

The covenant may have intercepted CIA intelligence

regarding our mission in north Korea

and our pursuit of the doleac agenda.

Langley has assigned a counterintelligence team

to determine whether someone within the agency

has been leaking information.

Jack will run point on their investigation

inside this office.

Marshall, Lauren, I've scheduled you

in the first round of interviews.

You'll be available later this afternoon?

Actually, I'm due in D.C. tonight for an NSA briefing,

but I'll call them and let them know I can't make it.

That's okay. As soon as you return then.

Weiss, you'll go instead.

Good. Let's get moving.

Lauren, we need to talk.

Lauren?

How you doing?

I'm fine.

Hey, guess what?

It's me. Come on, how you doing?

I'm hanging in there.

How was Lauren about it?

She didn't remember.

And you didn't say anything?

Nah.

I mean, she's got a lot on her mind.

Yeah, that's probably it.

Hello?

Dr. barnett, this is arvin sloane.

I'm calling to apologize for my discourteous behavior

the other day when we met.

I'm not accustomed to just simply

sitting around and talking.

Not everyone is.

Yeah.

Actually, it would have been much more simple

if there had been a bottle

of chateau haut-brion on the table.

Excuse me?

I'm suggesting that we talk over dinner.

You know, in vino veritas.

I know a lovely little out-of-the-way restaurant

in a former sewing machine factory.

It's called brasserie au ponteil.

I'm hoping you enjoy French cuisine.

Well, that wouldn't be very professional.

Well, why don't you consider it

an office with food?

After all, psychoanalysts do eat dinner, don't they?

Zurich is such a lovely city.

It would be criminal for you to dine alone.

At any rate, you know the name of the restaurant.

I shall be there at 8:00,

and I am hoping you'll join me.

Goodbye, Dr. barnett.

So, you're looking for alien life?

In a manner of speaking.

Our radio telescopes inspect the cosmos

looking to detect artificially generated signals.

Basically, anything below 300 hertz.

But don't worry, the alien invasion

is still a few months away.

Ha ha.

As we discussed over the phone,

our telescopes gather over 350 gigabytes

of information per day.

Not a problem.

Our vaults are designed to accommodate teraflops.

You could store 20 years of data in the vaults you've leased.

Number 2289, please, Luc.

Data is backed up twice daily.

The servers are monitored around the clock.

Climate control, fire suppression --

all state of the art.

The interface is hot swappable.

Oh, great.

If you need anything, Luc can call me.

Thank you.

Luc?

Okay, guys, let me know

when you're connected to the mainframe, okay?

Copy that. Mm-hmm.

Okay, now, once we download the shipping information,

we should be able to pinpoint

the location of the plasma charge.

Connection established.

Oh, listen, I want to ask you something.

The truth now.

Your science geek character --

was that supposed to be me?

Your son. Funny.

Although that would be pretty cool, don't you think --

little Mitchell working side by side

with the old man?

We're downloading now.

I see it. Another 15 seconds.

Marshall, what's happening?

I don't know.

There's someone else in the system with you.

Here? From our end?

It has to be. There's no other way to access the files.

I think they just planted a virus.

It has to be the covenant. The mole must have leaked our intel.

They beat us here.

You guys, listen to me. Disconnect from their system

before their virus infects our copy.

Did we get the shipping information?

I'm not sure. I'll have to see

if I can reconstruct the data from what we've got.

Let's get out of here.

Please, don't do this!

The shooter!

There! Vaughn!

The f-150!

Vaughn!

How much of the data did we get our hands on?

Looks like 63%, give or take a few megs.

Oh, I slept 20 minutes last night, fyi.

How long before you can extrapolate the rest?

Well, I ran the code through a high-grade

decryption algebra -- algorithm.

Oh, uh, you should look at this -- stare at this.

I passed out before when I -- Marshall, how long?

12 hours?

We don't have 12 hours.

If the covenant gets their hands on the plasma charge --

Sydney, I know.

The decryption program will work,

but just requires a little time.

Mm.

I'm out of coffee. I had 12 cups,

but I'm not feeling anything. You'd think caffeine --

I'm gonna check if it's the real deal.

Do you guys want --

no, thank you.

Oh, uh, by the way,

after six hours in the hot seat

from the boys from counterintelligence,

Langley has declared me exhausted

but free from suspicion.

Never had a doubt in my mind.

Is something wrong?

No. No. Just getting old, I guess.

Do you expect me to believe that?

I've just had a lot on my mind lately, that's all.

It'll pass.

Yesterday was the day, wasn't it?

The anniversary of your father's death.

How could you remember that?

I remember what missing him does to you.

Sorry.

Hey.

How's your day?

Anything I can help you with?

No, but thanks for asking.

Michael, would you mind holding a second?

No, go ahead.

Sweetheart, I'm sorry, but I'm being called away.

I love you.

Uh, you too.

I'm glad you came.

So that we're clear,

I'm here for professional reasons only.

Oh, we're clear.

Although I must say

I don't necessarily believe you.

Well,

I told you that I was writing about you,

but I haven't told you the premise of my thesis.

Aha. Well, I would say I'm fascinated,

but that would sound egomaniacal, wouldn't it?

Salut.

You certainly have given proof

that anyone can change for the better --

given the proper stimuli.

You look beautiful.

Beautiful.

That's just a layman's opinion, Dr. barnett.

All I'm saying

is that you made a remarkable transformation.

Master spy to humanitarian.

Yeah.

Well, sometimes I wonder which is harder.

The rambaldi device was instrumental

in your transformation.

Oh, yes. It was critical.

It only revealed one word to you --

"peace."

That's correct.

And yet there were 8 yards of parchment scroll

before the message appeared.

What was on that?

Oh, it was nothing.

Blank paper.

Sort of the equivalent of leader tape on a cassette.

I discarded it.

I'm not quite sure why you did that.

You could have studied it, sold it,

kept it for antiquity.

It's hard to believe that you threw away

something that you would normally consider holy.

Are you calling me a liar?

You almost revealed something to me

the other day.

"A secret

that wears on you."

Those were your words.

I am not your patient,

your client,

or your lab rat.

Now, we can speak in generalities,

have an elegant meal, perhaps laugh together,

but there are some truths

you will never learn from me.

Do you understand that?

You must be ravenous.

I suggest the barbary duckling.

It's their signature dish.

This was a mistake.

I'm sorry.

Now, there's still several hundred gigabytes to decipher,

but I was at least able to decode this.

Freighter. Liberian registry.

Will dock in Lisbon in 14 hours.

How do we locate the bomb?

With this.

It is a modified explosives sniffer.

Now, I've added plasma to the list

of detectable compounds that it detects --

you know, like semtex, dynamite, hmx -- you know.

Works just like a normal tracking device

when you're within 100 feet --

bling, bling, bling.

You found the prize in the cracker Jack.

100 feet.

If I had a little more sleep.

Oh.

Base ops, this is mountaineer. We're on board.

We have you, mountaineer.

Perimeter is clear.

Now let's fire up that sniffer

and find the bomb, baby.

Hot or cold?

Freezing.

Wait, I think we've got something.

Towards the stern, 30 yards below us.

We've got tone. Below deck,

possibly the engine room.

Copy that. Proceed.

Mountaineer, boy scout, report!

Sydney, do you copy?

Vaughn, are you okay?

Michael, what are you doing?

Oh, sometimes I hate my job.

Baby, what's going on?

I was looking for my house keys,

and I found this.

Why were you looking for your house keys?

I couldn't sleep.

I thought I'd go for a jog.

What time is it?

I don't know. It's broken.

Are you sure you're all right?

Yeah. I'm fine.

I'll see you later.

This better be good.

And a good morning to you, too.

You paged me on my nsc cell phone.

You know that they track all incoming numbers.

This cell phone's been cloned,

so you have nothing to worry about.

We've just learned that a freelance munitions expert

has created a cutting-edge technology,

one that he's since sold to one of our rivals.

We need you to filter back any CIA intel

that might help us get a lock on it.

You called me to remind me to do my job?

Darling, it's not like that.

Yeah.

You're familiar with the shining sword?

Fundamentalist terror network based in the Philippines?

They've been dormant since the Bali bombings of '02.

Are they operational again?

Earlier today we intercepted a burst transmission

which indicates that an operative of shining sword

has acquired a plasma charge.

Plasma charge?

I thought those were only theoretical.

According to the burst transmission,

the operative is shipping the bomb

to one of their European cells.

Is the bomb being shipped trans-pacific

we don't know, but we traced the transmission

to a digital storage facility in Vancouver

where the shining sword operative

maintains his database.

Sydney, Vaughn,

you'll go to the facility looking to lease vault space.

Once inside, you'll uplink with Marshall.

And if we're lucky,

the operative will have archived the details of the shipment,

and then we can intercept the bomb before it's delivered.

Lauren, we need to talk.

Lauren?

Everything I needed to say, I've already said.

Then here's my turn.

The implication that somehow I've set out

to undermine your marriage is wrong and unfair.

I've done nothing but respect the relationship

that you and Vaughn have.

You were saying?

Vaughn and I have a history. A complicated one.

I can't deny that,

but I won't apologize for it, either.

If your marriage is in trouble,

if you and Vaughn are having problems,

I suggest you leave me out of it,

and take it up with your husband.

Are you ready for our first job as senior management?

You're so ambitious. I love it.

The job's in Vancouver.

It requires a breach of a digital storage facility.

Really? What's the prize?

A plasma charge.

Next generation destructive power.

Well, I thought those were just theoretical.

Apparently not in Vancouver.

All right, I'll meet you there in four hours.

Three. We have to be first in line.

The CIA is sending agents.

Who?

One guess.

Oh, sweetheart, this should be fun.

I'll see you in Vancouver.

Don't be late, or call me sweetheart.

Ambitious and domineering.

Fantastic.

How long before Sydney and Vaughn get here?

20 minutes, if that.

Well, you better show me the meaning of haste.

Once we have the transport information,

I'll corrupt the files. Leave the CIA blind.

It looks like another black mark on your husband's record.

How does it feel to systematically ruin a man

from the inside out?

It wouldn't be the first time. Buzz me in to 2201.

As we discussed over the phone,

our telescopes gather over 350 gigabytes

of information per day.

Not a problem.

Our vaults are designed to accommodate teraflops.

You could store 20 years of data in the vaults you've leased.

Number 2289, please, Luc.

Data is backed up twice daily.

The servers are monitored around the clock.

Hurry, hurry.

Your husband and his former sweetheart are early.

They're headed for room 2289.

Planting the virus now. Get out and get the car ready.

You are so controlling.

Move it. I'm right behind you.

If you need anything, Luc can call me.

Thank you.

Luc?

Marshall, what's happening?

I don't know.

There's someone else in the system with you.

Here? From our end? It has to be. There's no other way to access the files.

I think they just planted a virus.

Luc?

Has anybody seen Luc?

Oh, my God.

Drop the walkie.

Please! Don't hurt me!

You think about pointing that gun at me,

and I'll shoot you in the heart.

The couple in room 2289 --

when they come out, I want you to kill them both.

What?

Or you die. It's your choice.

But I haven't shot a gun --

no buts. This isn't a negotiation.

Okay. Okay.

Let's get out of here.

Please, don't do this!

The shooter!

There! Vaughn!

They're right behind us!

Yes, thank you. I can see that.

Vaughn!

♪ Pleased to meet you

Stop the car.

What are you talking about?

Stop the car now. Pull in here.

How's your day?

Ah, it's frustrating.

We hit a bit of a roadblock.

Anything I can help you with?

No, but thanks for asking.

Michael, would you mind holding a second?

No, go ahead.

I'm working.

Sweetheart, I'm sorry, but I'm being called away.

Love you.

Uh, you too.

Tell me, did they spot us?

No, I don't think so.

According to the transport order,

the ship docks in 16 hours.

We should get going.

You should know

that you were amazing.

Before, I mean.

Typically, this is where you return the compliment.

I am not your patient,

your client,

or your lab rat.

There are some truths

you will never learn from me.

Do you understand that?

This was a mistake.

I'm sorry.

Hi. Could I get my coat, please?

Until I turned into a complete son of a bitch,

we were having a wonderful evening.

Something we can both agree on.

Though I'm now known as a humanitarian --

your words, not mine --

I sometimes regress.

Dr. barnett, I'm sorry I snapped at you.

Trusting you --

trusting anyone -- will take time.

You know so much about me.

I know almost nothing about you.

I want to...Very much.

I'm not sure I can understand

how your manipulating this date

could help you gain my trust.

Could you excuse us for a moment?

Thanks.

You want my secret?

I'll tell you.

But only you.

I have betrayed people,

many of whom deserved it.

But only one didn't.

It was a long time ago.

I sometimes try to convince myself

that it was worth it, that she was worth it.

What is this? You had an affair?

Yes.

It was Irina derevko.

Sydney's mother.

Jack never knew.

Emily -- my wife --

she never knew.

Irina and I pledged to take that secret

to our graves.

Are you telling me

Sydney is your daughter?

Hmm.

I never tried to prove it one way or the other.

But the strength that Sydney finds within --

I like to believe that comes from me.

Well, how about that?

The world didn't come to an end.

Base ops, this is mountaineer. We're on board.

We have you, mountaineer.

Hot or cold?

Freezing.

It's a tranquilizer dart.

The humanitarian work of the CIA.

Let's go.

Towards the stern, 30 yards below us.

We can't let them go below deck.

Mountaineer, boy scout, report.

Vaughn, are you okay? Vaughn?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm glad I wore the vest.

We have to get the bomb.

All right.

Meet me in the engine room.

I'm going to the upper deck.

It's just ahead.

Go to the engine room. I'll cover.

It's secured. I'm gonna need a minute.

Freeze! Right there.

Drop the gun.

Put your hands in the air.

Put your hands in the air!

Now turn around.

Slowly.

Turn around!

Take off the mask.

Do it! Take off the mask!

Take off the mask.

Put the gun down, agent Vaughn!

Drop the gun!

Not a chance! You drop yours!

Put the gun down now! Drop it! No, Vaughn, don't!

If you love her,

you will put the gun down now.

Vaughn, don't!

Sark's got the bomb!

Okay, you go after him!

I'm gonna cut off sark!

Got it!

I've lost mine.

Freeze!

Give me the bomb.

Give it to me!

With pleasure.

Sark activated the bomb! I've got to defuse it!

Okay, describe it to me.

It looks sort of like a vs-5 land mine

but with a timer attached. We have 40 seconds!

Vaughn, find a power source. A battery, something like that.

All right, there's something here.

It looks like a cell phone wrapped in fiber optics.

No, no, no! Don't touch that! He's right. It's a secondary trigger.

33 seconds.

And then open up the valve near the stem.

All right, I did that.

It's still ticking. We have 14 seconds.

All right, listen, you're gonna short it.

Strip the black wire and the red wire

and then attach them together.

I don't know if I'm gonna have time to do that. No, you can do it.

You can do it! You can do it!

You can do it, Vaughn! You can do it!

You can do it! You can do it!

Plasma charge is secure.

See? Told you you could do it.

You're an angel for waiting.

Hey. No problem.

I've had good company.

How was Washington?

Awful.

I'm happier now that I'm home with you.

Me too.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Hello?

It killed you, didn't it?

Seeing him drop the gun for Sydney.

No, it isn't a good time.

Can I call you in the morning?

He's with you, is that it?

Though he'd rather be with her.

Quite a charade you two are engaged in.

I think we both know

how dedicated I am to this assignment.

If you have any issues, take it up

through the proper channels.

Don't mistake me.

It's not your dedication that I question.

We'll talk about this later.

Sorry about that.

Work is officially over.

What was that for?

I just miss you.

I thought you'd be home by now.

I was about to say the same to you.

The plasma charge,

it's in our hands.

Sark isn't.

The covenant...

Have you had dinner?

If memory serves,

you always liked miceli's.

I haven't eaten there since I was 8.

I do eat, you know.

I'd like that, actually.