All language subtitles for Alias S04E19 In Dreams..._Track02

Mr. sloane,

welcome to mount inferno
monastery

of the vespertine order.

Thank you.

You will forgive us
our cautions.

Of course.

Hunting season?

Come.

Father kampinski
is waiting.

Mr. sloane.

Father kampinski.

Thank you for agreeing
to meet with me.

What can I do for you,
Mr. sloane?

Our institute is mandated
to develop measures

to counter terrorism.

We have, of course,

heard about the work
you've done here,

and, you know,
wanted to perhaps --

our bees are not for sale.

Well, of course
they're not.

What we wanted
was your...Knowledge,

not your insects, per se.

I understand you've bred
the aggression out of them.

This is not
strictly true.

The aggression is there.

The need for it,
happily, is not.

Come, Mr. sloane.
I'll show you.

The truth is, these bees

have an exceptionally
venomous sting.

They're very hard
to antagonize.

They choose productivity
over aggression.

Aggression
is a distraction,

which is why we're able
to work among the apiaries

without the traditional
protective garments.

Remarkable.

There is so very much
we can learn

from these exquisite beings.

Fascinating.

They're imbued
with a kind of grace --

unlike so many humans.

And you've achieved
that grace? How?

Monte inferno,
we're dedicated

to the -- the marriage
of supposed opposites,

amongst them
man and his science,

God and his miracles
coming together

for the profit of all.

Just think about it.

The right blend
of genetic engineering,

dietetic supplements,
behavior modification, and --

you could create
a new species.

Oh, no. No, my son.
Merely a better bee.

One closer to God's
grand design.

We even have the ability

to control
their body temperatures,

makes the bees work harder,
longer, more in synch --

all for the common good.

Extraordinary.

Paphiopedilum Khan.

The rarest of lady slipper
orchid species,

generally thought to be
extinct.

Not exactly.
A close cousin.

No.

This is the genuine
article.

Brought here to Italy
from China

by Marco polo in 1269,

a gift from kubla Khan.

And what do you want?

If I might,

I'd like to spend
a little time here,

examine
your historical papers,

take a cutting
of your orchid.

A cutting? Ha ha ha.

For $50 million
deposited immediately

to your accounts
in Vanuatu and Samoa.

Yes, it's true, I have
a little put away

for a rainy day.

The fact is,
I'm uninterested in money.

I'm a man of God,
not a merchant.

In my experience, father,

the two are hardly
mutually exclusive.

I'm so sorry you came
all this way for nothing.

No.

I'm the one who's sorry.

I'm coming home.

Plan "b."

Ow! Ow!

Please...Help me.

Certainly.

Anti-venom.

Enough to give you a shot
at actually surviving.

But first --
the rambaldi orchid formulas

which you used on your bees.

You go to hell.

You first.

Now keep both arms
up like this.

Yes, I know, I know.

You tell me every day,
thank you.

They treat you
like an idiot.

Keep 'em up, dad.

It's for your own good.

Dr. liddell said you have
to follow procedure

to the letter if you want
to make a full recovery.

I never thanked you
for what you did --

helping to find liddell.

You don't have to.

That other charade --

you pretending to be
your mother --

whose idea was that?

Sloane's.

You were living in 1981.
You were delusional.

It was the only way
we could get you

to reveal liddell's
whereabouts.

You told her, dad.

You told mom you were
a CIA agent.

You broke protocol.

That's how she stole
agency secrets.

I'm putting these down now.

You also said you were
thinking about resigning

from the CIA.

You would have, right, dad,
if she hadn't left?

I didn't like being away
all the time...

Not being a part
of your life.

You're part of it now.

They're ready
for the briefing.

Thank you.
We're coming.

Yesterday a rare orchid
was stolen

from the monte inferno monastery
in umbria.

45 monks were killed
to obtain it.

Satellite photos confirm
it's the same man

we encountered in Santiago,

the man who claims to be me.

Details are in your
briefing folders.

What's so special
about this orchid?

Well, it has chemical
properties

which heighten
the receptivity

in the neural pathways...
We think -- we assume.

Well, we don't know,
really.

It's just that nobody
in the scientific community

has laid eyes on it
for centuries.

We have been asked
to recover it.

Find the impostor.
Get the orchid.

I want a plan on my desk
by 2200.

That's it.

Arvin...

A word.

Of course.

You said it was harmless,
this could never happen.

I never imagined the effects
of the orchid could be reversed.

No. But somebody did.

Let's not overreact, Jack.

What we saw -- the effect
of the Mueller device --

was a demonstration
on insects, not on humans.

We are staring at the potential
for global disaster,

in no small part because of
what you've put in place.

Don't you think I realize
the responsibility I bear?

We need to find the orchid,
Jack,

not waste time arguing
over what we can't change.

72 hours.

If we haven't recovered
the orchid in that time,

I'm going to Langley
with this.

It'll mean the end of you,
arvin.

You too, Jack.

I know.

72 hours.

The Italian police
dead-ended on both vehicles.

Satellite surveillance
was a bust.

Echelon's bone-dry.
Apparently our sloane clone

has vanished
into the ether.

Then we're back
to square one.

Not exactly.
If we can't find him,

we'll make him find us.

The vespertine papers --

rambaldi text that refer
to our stolen orchid.

Rumor is they were destroyed
during world war ii.

You want to bring them
out of hiding?

Leak dummy intel
that they were found

in father kampinski's
personal belongings.

We can get the dsr
to loan us some documents.

Set it up as an auction.

I have a contact at
the Paris antiquities house.

Smile and look like
a lot of money.

Dollars or Euros?

Euros, definitely.

Mark mullins
from the Carolina institute.

Ah, yes.

Thank you.

Evergreen, you are
on the air.

Uplinking to a.P.O.

I'd love to be there.

It's too risky. The impostor's
seen you before.

I know. Just --
Nadia will do fine.

Let's hope so.

Sold, for 5 million Euros

to the man
in the gray flannel suit.

Our next item --
lot 47 --

is a last-minute addition.

The vespertine papers.

All interested bidders

should take a few moments
to examine the documents.

Look, but, please,
do not touch.

Let's see who takes
the bait.

Identity?

Toshiro takenada.

Wealthy rambaldi collector
from kyoto.

Efraim dousseau ngumbe.

Dilettante, far more money
than vision.

Remarkable.

I've never seen her before.

Evergreen, get a look
at her name tag.

Pamela McNabb,
stanwyck institute.

Yowza.

Easy.

What? We can't appreciate
beautiful things?

No, you're right. Watch TV,
can't touch the knobs.

It's a dummy corp.
McNabb's a phoney.

We will start the bidding
at 2 million Euros.

I have 2 million.
Do I hear 2.5?

2.5. Do I have 3 million?

4 million?

6 million?

9 million?

10 million?

The girl stopped bidding.

Something went wrong.

Merlin, McNabb's cell phone.

I'm all over it.

Scanning to get
a gsm source.

Her conversation's
encrypted.

11.5?

- McNabb's on the move.
- Stop the woman.

Copy that.

Suppose she's not
working for your impostor.

No, it's her.
Then why's she leaving?

That I could recover the papers
through some other means.

13 million?

She's a decoy.
Outrigger, check the papers.

Copy that.

Evergreen, forget about her.
The papers are gone.

Out the back.

Marcus.

What a surprise.

We got him.

Good work.

Bring him home.

We'll make him tell us
where the orchid is.

Jack.

Of course.
I should have known.

You know me?

What kind of question is that?
Of course I know you.

And me?

What about you?

Do you know me?

No.

I am arvin sloane.

I see.

This is your idea, Jack --

play with my sense
of reality.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I've never met you.

It's not going to work.

Okay.

Shall we state this
for the record?

I am arvin sloane.

Posing as arvin sloane,

you recently stole
a rare orchid

from the monte inferno
monastery.

Your masquerade is over.
You've been caught.

What happens next?

You deprive me of food?

Try to alter
my sense of time?

Childish attempts
to break me down.

You, Jack, of all people,
should know that.

Who are you?

Who am I?

1985.

Belize.

For 72 hours,
we were stuck in a safe house

questioning a revolutionary.

And after you cut off --

how many fingers was it? --

eight...

He told us what we wanted.

Only you and I know that.

You left it off
the after-action report.

How desperate the company
must be

to play this
pitiable mind game.

Think you could call this...
Actor,

this -- this clown
arvin sloane

and make me doubt
my own identity?

Tell me, how do you account
for the fact

that in the recent past,
this man created

and ran an international
relief agency called omnifam?

The world knows his face
as arvin sloane.

He's a CIA stooge
with my good looks,

and I can prove it.

The affair in Santiago --

I noticed that both
Marcus Dixon and Sydney Bristow

were in on that mission.

It beggars reason to believe
that these same two agents

would ever agree
to work for the man

who killed their loved ones.

What's the most logical
scenario?

That I'm the impostor...

Or that you are?

This is weird.

Unless you have
something better to offer,

either start cutting off
my fingers,

or kindly call my lawyer.

Marshall would like
to see you.

Tell him I say hello.

Try not to kill him.

Oh, hey, uh, I think
you should see for yourself.

What am I looking at?

Well, these are the impostor's
eeg readings,

his brain activity.

Basically every individual
has a unique brain pattern,

a signature, and --
take a look at this other one.

They're identical.
Exactly.

Whose eeg is this?
Well, that's the weird part.

I pulled these from
the CIA's database.

This is arvin sloane.
The real sloane. Our sloane.

You're telling me these two men
share identical brains?

For all intents and purposes,
well, yes.

I mean, this man
is arvin sloane.

At least his brain is.

How is that possible?

Back at SD-6, I worked
on a project

that focused
on brain imprinting --

engram encoding.

That program was run
out of psy-ops

by McCullough.

Who's McCullough?

Calvin McCullough,

senior partner at SD-6.

He headed the psychological
warfare and operations division.

Among the numerous programs
he oversaw

was something called
project brainstorm.

Its purpose -- to explore
experimental technologies

to aid in interrogation,
brainwashing,

the creation
of sleeper agents,

as well as the transfer
of memories

from one subject
to another.

This is what we think
happened to this man?

He was made to believe
he's sloane?

Not just believe,
but to act.

Among other things,
he shares the same desires,

which explains his pursuit
of rambaldi artifacts.

Well, if you
think about it,

this guy's been able
to stay two steps ahead of us

the entire time.

He thinks like you,
he knows your strategies,

your playbooks,
your secrets.

When we were in Santiago
going after sloane clone

the first time, you knew
the access code

to his facility --
"jacquelyn."

I had no reference for that.

Probably because it's buried
deep inside your subconscious,

which also means
it's buried inside his.

But you said these were
only experimental technologies

so someone must have
continued McCullough's research

after SD-6 was taken down.

McCullough was tipped off
to the raid.

He evaded capture.

Who tipped him?

I did.

I owed him a favor,

one he clearly didn't
return to me.

If McCullough is holding
the strings,

then we may have
a lead on the orchid.

I have a good idea
where he might be.

I'll put Dixon and Vaughn
on McCullough.

In the meantime, we continue
the interrogation here.

I see you're enjoying
your retirement.

Don't mind if we join you,
do you?

It's been a long time,
Mr. Dixon.

To what do I owe
the pleasure of your company?

Arvin sloane sent us.

The real arvin sloane.

Tell us where the orchid is,

and we might be able
to cut you a deal.

I don't know where it is.

Listen to me. If you don't want
to spend the rest of your life

in a federal prison,
I suggest

you start cooperating
with us now.

And I am telling you
I don't have the answers

you're looking for.

We know you used
project brainstorm technology

to make that man believe
he's arvin sloane.

And I'm not denying that.

You had him acquire
the orchid for you.

Where is it?

Yes.

I made him believe
he's sloane.

But I did too good a job.

He double-crossed me
and kept the orchid for himself.

Just like arvin
would have done.

You're lying.

I'm beyond lying.

All that really matters now

is that my employer
would never let me live

long enough
to be interrogated,

and that right now

I have 300 milligrams
of cyanide

coursing through my veins.

The coffee!

Get an ambulance.

Who are you working for?

Tell arvin I --

I'm so happy to see you,
Sydney.

I have only one question
to ask you.

Where's the orchid?

Four years is a long time
not to see someone you love.

It appears you've done well.

Look, if you want to tell me
where to find the orchid,

I'll be happy to continue
this farce.

Otherwise...

Are you sure that's what
you want, Sydney?

Think about it.

There are so many things

you could ask of me.

Why not choose one
that matters?

Such as?

The reengineering

of the evolution
of the species.

You found an application
for one of rambaldi's formulas.

I'm the first to admit
that some of rambaldi's quests

occasionally degenerated
into sheer folly,

but not this one.

Go on.

The work we did --

the work you do now --

taking down bad guys,
putting out fires --

you're a beat cop.
Not making a dent.

You've got to go
to the source --

human nature itself.

Where we are headed.

What will become
of human beings.

You want to change
the world?

You want to really deal
in the vanquishing of evil

and the ascendency of good?

Well, I'm your guy.

You're telling me
you're one of the good guys?

Come work with me.

This work --
would it involve genetics

and bioengineering?

In part.

A vulgarian would use
the word "mutate,"

but it has such
negative connotations.

Mutate into what?

Ostensibly into a more evolved,
less aggressive being --

you know, cooperative,
calmer.

Easier to control,

like the bees
at the monastery.

You turned them into killers.

The bees were a test.

I wanted to see if what
goes down could come up,

so to speak.

Oh, come on, Sydney.

How many wars were there
last century?

And how many people died
in those wars

through genocide
or political repression?

We're disgusting, humans.

Do we learn from grace
or beauty

or what we call God?

What were you gonna do
about it?

Suppose one could administer

a formula
to the general population

that would quietly
alter our brain chemistry,

exponentially expanding
our capacity

for qualities like empathy

and harmonic coexistence.

This formula --

how would you administer it?

Nothing could be more simple.

Do you have any idea
how many additives

are in our drinking water?

If couthe truth is,I did,
through omnifam

I introduced a combination
of substances

into water supplies
throughout the world.

It was my intent,
based on rambaldi's formulas,

to create
a more peaceful species.

To breed the aggression
out of the population

just as the monks
had done with their bees.

We don't have time
for your rationalizations.

No --
excuse me.

I'm assuming that you failed,
right?

Yes, I failed.

Because I didn't have
the orchid,

I attempted to artificially
manufacture its nectar.

Because your impostor
already has the orchid,

he doesn't need to acquire

any of the other substances
you mentioned.

All he has to do is put
the nectar into the water

you contaminated.

You loaded the gun.

That's right.

How many people
are we talking about?

How many people drank
the contaminated water?

Somewhere between
300 and 400 million.

What?

Assuming the impostor's
organization is already

harvesting the chemical
from inside that orchid,

I suggest we not waste time
on accusations right now.

What are the options?

Dixon and Vaughn are uplinking
all of McCullough's files.

There might be
a lead in there.

Divide it up.
See what you can find.

I'd like to talk to you.

I saw it on your face.
You knew.

You knew what he did,
and you ignored it.

I want to know why.
Sydney --

he was at the height of
his obsession with rambaldi,

but he abandoned his scheme.
You still trust him.

I trust that when he laid
the seeds for this crisis,

he thought he was doing
something good,

that he didn't see this as
a trigger for global genocide.

So he's simply
a delusional megalomaniac

with benign intentions?

Sydney, what sloane did
cannot be undone.

To alert the public would be
worse than useless.

It would create
worldwide panic.

We need that flower.

Which we could have
recovered long ago

and turned over to the dsr
for safe keeping,

but we didn't, because
you sat on what you knew,

which makes you as guilty
as he is.

Yes, Marshall?

Okay, from what I was able
to get from McCullough's files,

SD-6 performed detailed
brain scans on sloane.

McCullough then recreated
sloane's brain digitally

and then uploaded it
to this guy.

I mean, those files --
they're ingrained deep.

Which leaves us
very few options.

He'll never give us
the location of the orchid

as long as he still believes
that he's me.

That's right. We'll have
to shock it out of him --

you know, split it off
from his dual persona

and then get
his real personality

to tell us
where the orchid is.

Are we talking
shock therapy?

No, not in the traditional
sense.

According to the research,
reliving a painful memory

or a tragic experience will
literally shake his moorings,

but it has to be
something really bad.

It can't be, you know,
like, "I'm sorry --"

hypnotic regression.

Take him back to a point
in the past and --

your past -- and make him
recall the memory.

Arvin clone?
He'll probably resist that.

You would have to relive
a painful memory.

And then record it
using McCullough's technology,

and then upload it
to sloane ii.

You know, it's kind of like
throwing a switch.

One second he's arvin clone,
and then shazam,

he's himself again.
What are the risks?

To the subject?
I'm not sure.

It'll either break him down
or not.

What about to him?

The thing is, I'm gonna need
a little bit more time

to run some tests
before I synthesize, so --

no. We do it now.

Fine. Where do we begin?

Jacquelyn.

Who's jacquelyn?

30 years ago, I --

no! Don't.

Sorry, sir. It's just --

it's better if you
experience it in the moment.

Don't verbalize.

Okay, now, this should
help you feel

nice and relaxed.

Once you're
semi-conscious,

the electrodes
will administer

small pulses to put you
into a hypnotic state.

I'm going to need some help
accessing jacquelyn.

Right. Mr. Bristow will
speak to you

through your ear bugs.

He'll administer certain
verbal cues

which should bring your
mind into the right place.

I see.

Okay. Good luck.

Okay. We are ready to
record you're on.Ence.

Arvin, I'm going to count
back from 10 to 1.

When I get to 1,

you'll be in a place
where you can tell me

about jacquelyn.

10...9...

8...

What was that?

He's fighting it.

He doesn't want to go back
to jacquelyn. Keep going.

7...6...

5...

4...

3...2...

1.

I thought we could
take the boat

before it gets too cold.

Perhaps have lunch
in bellagio, hmm?

What do you think?

I like just being here.

You can see the wind
in the trees.

Maybe you should go.

No, no.

No, we can sit here
for as long as you like.

For as long as you need.

And I promise you

we will
get past jacquelyn.

I don't want to hear
that name.

You can't say it, arvin.

It hurts too much.

Will you promise me that?

You won't speak her name
again?

Never say...

Her name.

Let me in,
Emily, please.

I'm alone in this, arvin.

Right now I am alone.

No.

Jacquelyn.

Jacquelyn.

Could she have been
a mistress?

Please.

Wait a minute.
Look at this.

Is he okay?
I don't know.

Arvin, we're not
quite there yet.

You need to go back.

Who is jacquelyn, arvin?

Go back
to when you met her.

You're supposed to be
doing exactly nothing.

And that means
not gardening.

It's the nesting instinct.
I can't help it.

Emily...

Please.

Please, no more funny names
of Italian villages.

We can't have a daughter
named carlotta,

tabanabia, or fabina.

Fabina. That name
is perfect.

How about jacquelyn?

Hmm?

Jacquelyn.

Yeah.

Do you like it?

Ha ha ha.

Baby jacquelyn.

Jacquelyn.
I like that.

Baby jacquelyn.

Dad, did you have
any idea?

Sloane's numbers are wild.
His beta brainwaves

are cycling at 14 per second,
and he's releasing

massive amounts of glycine
onto the motoneurons.

We have to bring him out.

Do we have enough? Enough
to confront the impostor?

No, not yet.

Arvin...

Keep going.

What happened
to jacquelyn?

How is she?

No.

No, no...

No, please, arvin.

It's a mistake.
Please, no.

No, no, arvin, please.

Listen to me.

This was a risky pregnancy.

And she fought.

She tried so hard
to stay with us.

It was too much.
Her heart couldn't --

no, no...

My baby!

Emily...

I love you.

I love you so.

I love you.

I love you, Emily.

My baby.

I love you, Emily.

I love you.

Oh, my baby...

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

No.

Guys...That's it.

We have enough
to break down the impostor.

Come with me, Marshall.
Bring sloane out.

Jack, please, are you really
wasting our time with this?

After all, it was you who
taught me how to endure torture.

It was your training
that enabled me

to get through
mckenas Cole

and the needles of fire.

Listen to me,
you pathetic freak.

Even if what you're saying
was true,

you can be sure that I kept
a few things to myself.

Tell us your name.

My name --

ned bolger.

Corporal.

U.S. army.

Serial number 112762.

Where's the orchid?

Who are you?

Corporal,
where's the flower?

At a warehouse.

Ugano, Switzerland.

43 paseo mantello.

Damn you, Jack!

I always knew you were
a traitor,

and you turn me in?
Sydney, please.

Please don't let him
do this.

I'm ned bolger.

I'm from torch lake,
Michigan.

You can't torture pows.

Geneva convention.

Who a-- who am --

who am I?

Who are you?

Who -- who are you?

There's a problem.

It's sloane.
He's not coming back.

I'm trying to bring him
out of it,

but he's fighting it.

I mean, he's supposed
to be waking up.

Honey...

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Everything is wonderful.

Take a look right here.

You see that spike
right there?

That's his serotonin release.

You know,
like a pleasure center.

It mirrors the exact
reaction he had

at the time
of Emily's pregnancy.

He's there right now.
He's stuck there.

He's kind of in that state.

You saw what happened to bolger,
and the shock could kill him.

Right. Think of it
like in computer terms.

You can't just force-quit.
We have to reboot his brain.

How?
Beats me.

What if one us
tried to guide him back

the way that Jack was able
to prompt

some of my father's memories
by talking to him?

Well, it could work.

But it also could kill him.

You know, serotonin overload.

I mean, he could die
of happiness -- literally.

You have a better idea?

No.

Let's get started.

Okay, he can hear you now.

Hi, dad.

Keep going.

Dad, it's me. Nadia.
Your daughter.

You know that nice lady
in the little store in town,

Angelina?

Uh-huh.

She told me that she
didn't approve

of the way I was
dressing jacquelyn.

Dad?

Who's that?

She's a very lovely girl.

She's my...

She's my Nadia.

You can't stay here, dad.
I'm sorry.

I'm happy here.

You may be, but your work
isn't done.

What a beautiful girl
you are.

How proud you make me.

But I can't come with you.

The terrible things
I've done.

That's why you have to.

Why don't you stay here
with us?

Stay here with us.

Nadia...

Stay with us, darling.

We're family.

Emily and jacquelyn are gone,

and you have to let them go.

I will never let them
go again.

No.

They're already gone.

What did you do?

I was a good man once.

Now I'm a monster.

And monsters cannot be
allowed in this world.

Yes, you were once
a good man.

I believe it.

And you can be again.

But you have to undo
what you've set in motion.

You have not earned
the right to rest.

I'm tired, Nadia.

I am tired,

and I am ashamed.

Then there's hope.

Come back
and redeem yourself.

It's so beautiful here.

But it's not real.

Be brave.
Come back with me.

Show me who you are
deep down.

I believe in you.

Please, do not betray
that belief.

Do not betray it again.

Goodbye.

No. Don't go. Dad --

uhh!

Dad.

The first time
I heard the name rambaldi,

I was working with
the army corps of engineers.

It meant nothing to me --
his life, his works.

It was simply a curiosity.

Something I quickly
set aside.

And then when
we lost jacquelyn...

When Emily lost the baby...

I felt utterly abandoned.

One night I came across
some of his writings

that I had stored
in a drawer.

And somehow...

It filled the hole
in my heart.

Oddly, it wasn't
until I saw him

that I realized how much
of myself I had lost.

I am going to rectify
this, Jack.

I will clean up this mess
that I have made.

I'd like to believe that,
arvin.

But you can't.

I've heard it before.

Yeah.

Well, Jack, all I can say
is I'm trying.

And every day
it's a struggle.

Every day.