All language subtitles for Alias S04E06 Nocturne_Track02

All right, everyone settle.
Notebooks out.

We're going to start
with three sentences.

At least one noun
and one verb in each one.

In English.

Uh, martina,
why don't you go first?

Three things you saw
on your way to class today.

Uh, I saw...

A man...

Ped-- peddling
his bicycle.

Peddling. Good. Good.

And then I saw
my friend Klaus

kiss Katrina wolf.

And then I saw Katrina
slap Klaus' face.

It's true.
Katrina hates Klaus.

Anna, please turn
your phone off.

Your phone -- turn it off.

It wasn't ringing.

Martina, take over class.

Aah!

Mrs. kohl?

Mrs. kohl!

Vertel hen het is grappig!

Mrs. kohl!

Bobby orr
moves in for the shot...

Don't laugh at me.

I wouldn't dream of it.
Let me get your stick.

All right, let 'er rip.

Ha ha. Here.
Move back here.

Use a little more wrist.
And just put a little more

snap in it, like this.

Lift it up.
What position did you play?

I was defense.

High school coach
moved me up to center.

You were a chick magnet,
right?

Actually, my first
face-off I ever took

as a center, I got knocked
right on my ass.

The other team's center
was like this 15-year-old,

6'2", bearded --

actually, probably on steroids,
now that I think about it.

So finally there was
12 seconds left.

We're down by a goal.

I had my teeth kicked in
so many times,

I said, "you know what?
Screw it."

I just stopped caring.
I won the draw.

Skated around him,
moved in for the shot.

You tied the game.

Nah, I hit the post.

But I did learn something

about how we can let
fear get in the way.

Syd, I know you want
to take things slow,

but what are you afraid of?

Yeah?

Her name is Nancy cahill,

an operative in Langley's
narcotics task force

specializing in the development
of new synthetics.

She's been stationed in Europe
for the past three years.

Her cover --

associate Professor
at Amsterdam university.

She shot herself
36 hours ago.

Eyewitness report -- a student
from cahill's class.

Her last words -- "vertel hen
het is grappig."

Tell them it's funny.

Cahill's most recent
psych eval

reported nothing of note.

Her mental status reviews
have been exemplary.

What's our assignment?

Cahill's husband --
Jason, also an agent --

has gone off the grid.

Hasn't been in touch
with his handler in three weeks.

All attempts to contact him
after his wife's death

have been unsuccessful.

Objective is quite simple.

Locate Jason cahill.

So, Dixon, you take weiss.

Retrace Nancy cahill's
final days.

Vaughn, you and Nadia
do the same for Jason cahill.

Sydney, Jack, cahill's
Amsterdam apartment.

Standard protocol.
Recover all files,

classified computers, any
evidence of CIA affiliation.

Any questions?

No bulbs.

Good news, agent Bristow.

Your blood work's negative,

and your scans are clean.

May I?

Yeah.

Looks fine.

My little brother did
the same thing to me once.

Perhaps you can tell us now
what you were looking for

in the cat scan.

The cahills came
in contact with a drug

that affected
the nervous system.

Pineal gland was about
twice the normal size.

Nancy cahill's autopsy
revealed the same condition.

Which indicates what?
By itself, nothing.

The pineal converts
Melatonin,

which regulates sleep cycles
and body temperature.

However, acute
Melatonin imbalance

has been known to induce
uncharacteristic behavior,

even acts
of extreme violence.

The writing
in cahill's closet --

it seemed like he was suffering
from severe paranoia.

Seeing demons.

I know.
I initially assumed

we were dealing
with a psychotropic,

but hallucinogens have
particular biochemical markers,

none of which
were present here.

No matter what drug

Jason cahill may have been
exposed to,

we couldn't have transmitted it
to Sydney by biting her.

So why the cat scan?

The cahills dealt
with emerging drugs.

I wanted to take
every precaution.

But all of our diagnostics
indicate that you're fine.

Do you feel okay?

Fine.

Langley wants to know

what substance the cahills
came in contact with.

Who's manufacturing it?
What is it being used for?

So, what do we know?

Neither cahill traveled
outside Amsterdam

in the past month.
In her last days,

Nancy placed twice her usual
amount of phone calls.

They were routed through
anonymous relays.

Standard
deep-cover protocol.

Well, if you give me
the routing numbers,

I'll see if I can hack
a back-trace.

As far as cahill's laptop,

the hard drive was erased,
but it's possible

the files weren't completely
rewritten.

I'll see if I can
reconstruct them.

Okay, what do we know
about these?

Jason cahill
was analyzing data --

names, dates,
links between sources.

He was looking for something.
I don't know, maybe his mind.

This guy was a little crazy.

His wife actually locked him
in his closet.

Sydney's fine.

Just exhausted.
She hasn't slept in 36 hours,

so I'm sending her home.

Yes, of course.

Excuse me.

Hey.

Hey.

Oh, you think it's sexy,
don't you?

Ha ha. Only if I had
done it.

You need a ride home?

No, thanks.
I was freaked out,

but now I'm just tired.

Good night.

Good night.

It's not that big
of a deal.

You still
think that's funny.

Great.

Oh, God, I hope
we didn't wake you up.

How are you doing?

I'm fine.

I had a headache. I couldn't
sleep, but I'm fine.

Have you learned
anything new?

Uh, well, let me just say
cahill's papers --

just thinking about them
makes my head hurt.

Marshall says
he's making some progress

with cahill's hard disk.

He thinks he may be able
to retrieve the data.

Yeah.
Oh.

What?

Are you st--

what, staying over?

No.

No.

Unless I am. Am I?

You're not.
I'm not.

I'll walk you out.

She's gonna walk me out.
She almost said yes.

You saw that, right?
Right now.

This close. I was --
good night.

Good night.

Hey.

Sorry.

You're here early.

I couldn't sleep.

What do you think
about this?

Was Jason cahill
just delusional?

We're assuming the cahills
realized they were affected --

something they came
in contact with.

Probably a drug
from one of their sources.

But which source, which drug,
they didn't know.

Looks like they were
retracing their steps

trying to figure it out.

Maybe looking
for an antidote.

I thought
I was losing my mind.

The hard disk was
wiped clean, remember?

But the data recovery
wasn't the problem.

The files were fragmented.

What's on the disk?

The mother lode.

Cahill's travel itineraries,
dead-drop protocols,

routing numbers
for discretionary funds.

What's pressing for now --
according to their records,

Jason cahill has a meeting
scheduled for bucharest.

His contact is known
to him as the count.

The count?
You got to be kidding me.

The count is mentioned
several times

in cahill's papers.

He seems to be
one of their sources.

He supplies them
with samples of new drugs.

Now here is a photo.

I retrieved it
from one of cahill's disks.

Ladies and gentlemen,
introducing the count.

The meeting is tomorrow night.

Obviously cahill won't attend,
but we will.

Sydney, you will
identify yourself

as an associate
of Jason.

You will lead him
into a conversation

and find out what drugs
he'd acquired for them.

It's a mistake.

I beg your pardon?

Sending Sydney back
into the field so quickly.

It's a tactical error.

No, it's --
Sydney,
someone else can do this.

I'm fine.

That's it.

Well, you know, based on

my limited experience
with mind-altering drugs,

this one must have been
a doozy.

Theoretically,
could the drug's effects

well, there is that half-hour
or so for it to kick in.

That's not what I mean.
I mean like a while,

like a day or two.

Uh, I'm not sure. Hold on
a second. It's my wife.

Hey, honey.

I'll look into it, okay?

Yeah, sure, put him on.
Hey, boo-boo!

Daddy loves you.
Yes, he does.

Scans of cahill's papers.

His references
to the count.

Thank you. Ahh.

Another headache?

Yeah.

I've got some aspirin.
You want it?

No, thanks.

This is gonna sound crazy.

After you got home last night,
I took my temperature.

Mm-hmm?

It was 111.

Syd, that's not possible.

I know. I must have been
dreaming, right?

Everything was back
to normal this morning.

All my tests
came back negative.

You just said it yourself.
It's not possible.

It's not,
but still, you have to.

If I tell them, they'll sideline
me for who knows how long.

If you don't tell them,
I will.

Nadia, I'm fine.

I shouldn't
have said anything.

Hey. Plane's waiting.

Okay.

Uh, what's going on here,
girl stuff?

People stuff.

Be safe.

You wanted to see me?

Yes. Please.

You know, Marcus, I appreciate
your friendship with Sydney.

Having said that,

whether or not an agent
is fit for duty

is my decision.

We both know

Sydney has a history
of putting her work

ahead
of her own well-being.

I was just suggesting
that someone --

Dixon,

in the 11 years that you
worked for me at SD-6,

I came to recognize
your brilliance

as a field agent.

But during those 11 years,

not once did you suspect
that you were working

for a renegade organization.

What are you suggesting?

That somehow my loyalty
is a liability?

I'm suggesting
that you do your job,

and that I do mine.

11:30 we should move.
Sydney,

when we find the count,
you'll approach him

and see what he knows.
If he gets suspicious,

the abort code is "takedown."

Once we're inside the club,
you'll take point.

I'll cover the back.

Sydney!

Tea was hotter
than I expected.

Give me a minute
to change.

I want one of us to have
line of sight on her

at all times.

You see him?

Negative.

♪ The drugs

♪ they say
make us feel so hollow ♪

♪ we love

♪ in vain

♪ narcissistic and...

Okay,
he's at the front bar.

I'm on my way.

Jason cahill.

Is good.
Is good you come,

but, uh, not safe
to talk in the open.

At end of hall
is balcony.

Count to 10,
meet me there.

He could run.
I'm not gonna wait.

I agree. Go.

♪ We're all stars now

♪ in the dope show

♪ we're all stars now

♪ in the dope show

Come.

Who are you?

Why did Jason not come?

He's sick. He sent me
to talk to you for him.

He's sick? He's sick how?

Listen, he wanted me
to tell you --

you're lying.
Who are you?

I'm not lying.

Turn around.
I just wanted --

I said turn around!
Turn around!

Cahill is dead.
His wife is, too.

Who are you?!
You're police?!

I don't know what they told
you, but they're dead because...

Oh, no, you lie again!
They were affected by a drug.

I'm trying to find out
what that is.

Oh, my God.

You know what that drug is.

Tell me what it is.

We're under fire!
Takedown! Takedown!

You all right?

Your arm.

I'm okay.
Let's get him out of here.

We know who you are.

Andre sterescu.

Yes. It's a good
pronunciation.

We know you're a Romanian
national, 32 years old,

charged twice with possession
of black market electronics.

We know you were convicted
three years ago

for fencing stolen
pharmaceuticals.

Yes, I wanted to appeal
this one.

Tell us what you know
about this man.

I will only say if you choose
not to cooperate with us,

you'll regret that decision
for the rest of your life.

Who are you guys, huh?

Just answer the question.

He told me he was chemist.

Worked for pharmaceutical
company.

He hired me to be
his, uh, spy.

Keep eye on competition.

Well, in a sense
that's true, but in fact,

you were spying on behalf
of the U.S. government.

Oh.

Who called the meet,
you or cahill?

He did.
Why?

I don't know.

You performed
other jobs for him.

Yeah.
Start with the most recent.

Uh, I made this --
how do you say?

This, uh...Pen.

Pe--

Marshall.

Hey, Syd, guess what? Your idea?
Well, you were right.
What idea?

The incubation period.
Turns out I did some research.

The Germans and the Czechs --

well, not all of
the Germans --

just the chemists. Anyway,
they've been toying around

with some designer analogs

that cross the blood/brain
barrier via a pathogen.

So in other words, this drug
works like a virus.

It gets in your blood,
it incubates for a few days,

it infects you, and then
permanently alters your brain.

Weird, huh?
Anyway, I called Dr. jain.

He's gonna culture
cahill's blood

and make sure that's not what
we're dealing with, okay?

Syd, this isn't about you?
You're feeling okay, right?

Yeah.

Thank you, Marshall.

No problem.
That's what I'm here for.

Nocturne.

Two weeks ago, you delivered
a sample to cahill.

Tell me about it.

Comes in vial like this.

Cahill says is like speed,
only better.

What do you mean,
like speed?

You take, you don't sleep.

Except not just energy.

But no need to rest.

You failed to include
where it came from.

Yes, because I don't know.

Cahill says

nocturne developed
in eastern bloc.

But I find no evidence
of this,

so I ask an associate.
One week later,

he bring me sample
of nocturne.

He didn't tell you
where he got the nocturne?

No. Is too bad for you.

Because you're dying, too.

You all right?

Yeah.

It seems that nocturne
incorporates a stimulant

which overrides
the pineal gland.

There was intel
a few years ago

that the north Koreans
were working

on an experimental project
just like this one

trying to create
24-hour soldiers.

And there have been others.
All failures,

because no one fully
understood

the true biochemical
nature of dreaming.

So the cahills' delusions
were forms of dreams?

Nightmares, yes.
In a matter of speaking.

Problem being with these
dreams, once triggered,

there's no waking up.

Sydney,
are you listening?

It's working, isn't it?

Bit by bit.

I'm wearing down
your defenses.

I'm gaining your trust.

But we both know
at some point

I'll betray you.

And the people you care
most deeply about --

they'll die.

Syd, you okay?

Ahh!

You weren't surprised

when I told you cahill
had died from nocturne.

You weren't surprised.
Why weren't you surprised?

What aren't you telling me?!
I'm telling you everything.

Do not lie to me!

I'm one of them.

Do you hear me,
you son of a bitch?

Cahill bit me.

Okay.

I know is bad.

It is why I was
to meet cahill.

I contact him to tell him.

I don't find nocturne.

At least not
what they make today.

So what did you give cahill?

Old sample.

It was meant
to be destroyed.

This drug, it go
right through skin.

And he didn't know this?

I need money.

I lied to him.
I'm sorry.

From where?
Where did it come from?

I don't know.
I don't know.

Somewhere in Prague.

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

I'm very sorry.

What's the last thing
Nancy cahill said

to that eyewitness?

"Vertel hen
het is grappig"?

Tell them it's funny? That's
gotta mean something else.

The grappig group.
Prague.

A loose affiliation
of biochemical engineers.

Milan latuza.
Grappig senior chemist.

Specializes in the synthesis
and isolation

of novel therapeutics.

Nancy cahill had found
where nocturne originated,

only she was too far gone
to do anything about it.

Jack, I know this
isn't what you want to hear,

but even if we could
recover a sample of the drug,

we don't have enough time
to engineer an antidote.

Sydney needs
medical attention.

Unless latuza's already
taken that step for us.

If they realize they made
a bad batch of nocturne,

it's possible they
manufactured a remedy.

Contact the jet.
We're going to Prague.

Once you've accessed
latuza's database,

any files that may be
even remotely related

to nocturne -- research,
test results, formulas...

I'll grab what I can.

What if I don't find
anything?

Let's not discuss that
here.

Sydney's not as trustworthy
as her mother.

I know.

I'm going to kill her
just like I did Irina.

Good.

Latuza's office is
on the sixth floor.

You'll need to get a key.

Yeah.

What is it?

Dad...

Do we have
any tranquilizers?

No.

Then I think you better
tie me up.

All right, I'm in.
Headed upstairs.

I'm gonna be all right,
aren't I?

Of course you are.

What if we can't
make it stop?

Shh.

Don't talk.

You can't imagine
how much I hate it

when you talk.

What?

The reason
I killed your mother --

I had a desperate need
to make her voice

stop ringing in my ears.

What torments me now

is that every time
I look at you,

I see your mother's face.

No.

That's --

that's not true.

That's not --

Sydney, listen to me.
This is all going to pass.

All right, I'm on
the sixth floor. How is she?

We're okay.

Just get to the lab
and find the damn antidote.

Sydney, look at me.
Breathe.

In and out.
That's right.

That's right, just breathe.
Good.

Now, look in my eyes.

They're the last thing
you'll ever see.

No!

Sydney, I'm here with you.

Sydney, look at me.
Breathe.

Your mother killed me...

Just like I'm going
to kill you.

I won't let you.

How are you going
to stop me?

You're tied up.

Sydney, I'm here with you.
No one is going to harm you.

I won't let anything
happen to you.

Dad.

I'm here, Sydney.

Will you hug me?

Of course I will.

It's okay.

Sydney, no!

Ha!

Jack, can you hear me?

Jack, what is it?

What's happening?

I've got the antidote.
I'm on my way.

Help!

Help!

Anybody?

Help!

My father -- I think --

Sydney, what did you do?

I think I killed him!

What are you doing?

Get --

get down.
On your knees.

Sydney, it's Michael.

I've got the antidote.

It's right here
in this bag.

Don't lie to me.

Sydney...
Sydney, listen to me.

Put your hands up.

Now!

I know what this is.

This is a game to you.

A cruel joke
at my expense.

What's a game?

You and me.

Admit it.

No, Sydney.
Sydney, listen to me.

What are you scared of?

I am scared!

I'm scared you're gonna
betray me again,

like you did
when you married Lauren.

Sydney, I would never,
ever hurt you.

Stop!

Stop right there.

You need to give me
the gun, all right?

I said stop!

Just give me the gun.

Sydney, don't --

Sydney, don't do this.

Aah!

You took the bullets out.

It seemed a reasonable
precaution.

Preliminary report
from medical services --

Sydney will be fine.

For that I know
we're all deeply grateful.

Furthermore, interpol has
raided both the office

and laboratory
of Dr. Milan latuza.

The nocturne program
has been dismantled.

That threat is now over.

Okay. That's it.

Dixon?

Sending Sydney out...

A tactical error, indeed.

I'd have said this
earlier,

but when I get done,

it's likely you'll have me
relieved of my position,

and I didn't want
that to happen

while Sydney
was in the field.

I've asked myself
countless times

why I never saw
the true nature of SD-6.

For a while, I punished
myself over it.

Finally, I realized

my only failure
was that of imagination.

Despite all the evil
I'd encountered,

I had never imagined
a person could exist --

someone as thoroughly
toxic as yourself.

I won't make
that mistake again.

You want us to believe
you've reformed.

That for the love
of your daughter

you've decided to listen
to the better angels

of your nature.

Arvin...

Let's be honest.

You don't have any.

And on that inevitable day

when your true motive
reveals itself,

I promise you

I'll be there.

I'll be waiting.

Hey.

Hey.

Vaughn, what I said to you,

what I did...

Syd, you weren't yourself.

No.

My father liked spiders.
He said they were good luck.

I've never heard that.

No?

Get some rest.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.