All language subtitles for Alias - 2x01 - The Enemy Walks In (FoV)

CIA profile:
Agent Sydney Bristow.

Okay. I'm in.

Agent Bristow works undercover
with her father, Jack Bristow.

Also a double agent with CIA.

Get down!

I guess we'll have to learn
to trust each other.

Bristow's CIA contact:
Michael Vaughn.

My guardian angel.

Her current assignment:
To infiltrate and destroy SD-6.

A secret organization
dealing in espionage,

extortion, weapons sales,
posing as the CIA.

SD-6 has made over $400 million
in arms sales alone.

SD-6 director: Arvin Sloane.

The sanctity of this agency
requires the sacrifice

of some personal freedoms.

This is not about cutting off
an arm of the monster.

This is about killing
the monster.

[Chains rattling]

You're Alexander Khasinau.

- You should eat something.
- I'm not hungry.

Wait.

I have questions for you.

You can ask my boss.

Your boss?

I thought "The Man"
was the boss.

Yes.

Yes, but I am not "The Man."

I've waited almost 30 years
for this.

Mom?

You must have known
this day would come.

I could have prevented
all this, of course.

You were so small
when you were born.

It would have been so easy.

Tell me.

Sydney, who sent you here?

You must tell me.

Or what?

I'm grounded?

[Gun cocks]

[Grunts]

[Gasping]

Tell you what.

Think about it.

I'll come back
and ask you again.

[Door opens, closes]

DR. BARNETT:
You were shot by your mother?

Yes.

And you don't have a problem?

Yes, of course I have problems.

The problems I have,
I can handle.

How did you escape?

I'm sorry.
But Agent Vaughn is missing.

And my telling Houdini stories
to a CIA shrink...

no offense... is pointless.

No one should be worrying
about me.

We should all be looking
for him.

You're frustrated because you're
not part of the search team.

But, Sydney, they're looking.

And you've been ordered
to come and talk to me.

I couldn't get out of the room
until I got out of the chair.

It was an unreinforced
aluminum chair.

[Grunting]

I wedged it
against a water valve.

Put stress on the weld points.

[Grunting]

[Metal creaking]

Getting past the door was
a little more complicated.

[Man shouting in Chinese]

And you did all this
with a bullet in your shoulder?

Do you not believe me?

It's impressive.

Not really.

One thing I've learned
doing this.

There's no drug like adrenaline.

[Beeping]

JACK:
Where the hell are you?

I'm in the middle of Taipei.
Is Vaughn with you?

No. We haven't heard from him.
Sydney, get to the plane.

- I have to go back.
- There's no time.

The authorities will check
this airstrip.

I can't leave him behind.

- Hold the plane.
- Sydney, wait!

[Beeping]

Who's Vaughn?

DR. BARNETT:
Tell me about Vaughn.

He's my CIA handler.

For a long time, he was
the only person I could trust.

I think that still might be
the case.

Anyway, a good friend of mine,

a civilian, Will Tippin,
was kidnapped.

Vaughn came to me.
He offered to help.

So the two of us and my father
went to Taipei to get my friend.

How did Vaughn go missing?

The last time I saw Vaughn

was the night before
my mother shot me.

While my father was paying
a ransom

in exchange for my friend,
Vaughn and I went in to destroy

one of the kidnappers'
research facilities.

We broke in through a club
in the building next door.

Along the way, we split up.

When I got to the lab
I was supposed to destroy...

I found something...

unusual.

What was it?

The short answer is
I have no idea.

But there was no time,
and I did my job.

By destroying Khasinau's lab,
I flooded the building.

[Rumbling]

Hmm.

When you woke up, you were
handcuffed to an aluminum chair.

After I escaped, I went back
to the last place I'd seen him.

There was a hazmat team cleaning
up the mess, testing the water.

I stole a suit and went in.

[Beeping,
electricity crackling]

I found Vaughn's coat.

When I finally made it
back to the plane,

Vaughn still hadn't shown up.

Okay. Easy.

[Groans]

What happened to the guy
who shot you?

There was no guy.

It was Mom.

And it didn't seem like
she worked for Khasinau.

It seems that Khasinau
works for her.

Did you say you were shot
by your mother?

Sit down.

[Cellular phone rings]

Hello?

Hey. Where are you?

Just coming home
from San Francisco.

- Have you heard from Will?
- Have I heard from Will? No.

Me neither.

There's this story on the news.

Will wrote a story that wasn't
supposed to get printed

- unless he went missing.
- What was Will's story about?

It's about the murder of
your fianc� and some conspiracy

and some group called SD-6.

What did you write about SD-6?

Nothing! Just the name!
I don't even know what it is!

Why?
Do you know what it is?

Are they good? Are they bad?
Do you work with them?

Will was asking
all the questions I would ask.

What did you say to him?

Without going into details,
we told the truth.

That my father and I work
for the CIA.

That we're working undercover
at SD-6,

one of a number of agencies
based in various countries

that trade in weapons, drugs,
and intelligence that use

covert means to undermine
governments and industry

in their attempts
to take over the world.

So, what was his reaction?

Seriously?

He thought
it sounded preposterous.

Which is appropriate.

Did Will's article put you
in danger at SD-6?

My problems at SD-6 came
from a different source.

As you're aware,
I was shot last year

while on a mission
with Agent Bristow.

I was left with few memories
of that day.

The doctors said that type
of memory loss was typical.

But then, last week,
I remembered something.

I remembered Agent Bristow
trying to save my life

using a SatCom radio.

What was unusual
was that she I.D.'d herself

with a call sign
not issued by SD-6.

Call sign "Freelancer."

Last Thursday night,
I followed Agent Bristow.

I watched as she illegally
gained access

to an SD-6 facility
in Santa Barbara.

I prayed, sir,
that there was an explanation.

But when I confronted Sydney,
she had none.

As a servant of this country,

despite the fact
it breaks my heart to do so...

I must report
that I believe Sydney Bristow

to be a double agent.

SYDNEY: My father, of course,
anticipated this.

You and I need to assume
Dixon's reported you.

The best move is for me to take
full responsibility.

What about Will?

You're gonna have a hard time.

Then we landed
and went back to SD-6.

As my father predicted,
they took me into custody.

That's when he went
to see Sloane.

You gave Sydney
the call sign "Freelancer."

- Yes. That's right.
- Why?

Because I didn't trust you.

Consider it a paternal instinct.

I'm telling you
because of Tippin's article.

I should have had Tippin killed
months ago.

Tippin's kidnapping led us
directly to Khasinau.

Sydney destroyed their facility.

Now Khasinau's organization
is fractured.

Those who didn't lose
their lives are on the run.

This is an opportunity.

I understand
that I broke protocol.

That The Alliance would have me
killed for what I've done.

But if I weren't loyal
to you, Arvin, to SD-6...

I would not have returned.

- What about Tippin?
- It's insignificant.

He doesn't know anything.

And you can't kill him now.
It'll call attention.

I will see to it that he never
writes another article again.

[Rattling, beeping]

[Sighs]
Sloane just talked to me.

There are times in life...

when we don't listen
to our heart.

To what we know to be true.

In those moments,
we've lost who we are.

We've betrayed ourselves.

Questioning your loyalty,
your virtue...

was one of those lost times
for me.

SYDNEY:
Dixon is a good man.

He still believes,
as I once did,

that SD-6 is a classified
division of the CIA.

That's the hardest part
about working undercover.

Having to lie to the people
that you care about?

- Anything from Vaughn?
- Nothing.

What's being done?

We've got a team in Taipei.
They searched the warehouse.

- I searched the damn warehouse.
- They're tracking every lead.

Don't give me the company line.
Vaughn might not be in Taipei!

He's my friend, too.

Sydney, I promise you,
we're looking as hard as we can.

I know this is tough for you.
But you have to focus.

I know.

SD-6 wants to send me on
a mission to Cap Ferrat, France.

Why? What's there?

La Petite Rose.

The estate of Jean-Marc Ravais.

Member of the French
National Assembly.

Since the destruction

of Khasinau and Derevko's
headquarters in Taipei...

thank you, Sydney...

some of their organization
have been exposed.

Ravais is one of those men.

We believe he helped finance
their operation

and is the key to finding
Khasinau,

your mother, others who have
worked with them,

and bringing them to justice.

"Bringing them to justice."
I love that.

Arvin Sloane talking about
justice.

What does Sloane want you to do?

Your mission is to gain entry

into Ravais' house
and plant a bug in his office,

assuming that you're feeling
up to it.

I'll be fine.

Marshall.

Thank you.
[Clears throat]

Anyway. Uh, okay.

What we have here is a phone.

You might find...
It's talking to...

"Hello. Mom. Yeah. Mom, no.
I will be there.

Listen, is Aunt Ruthie
gonna be there?"

Ubiquitous object
with infinite designs.

Color, wiring, components.

A guy like me, designing a bug,
first I have to figure out

what type of model the phone is
that I'm bugging.

And then I have to design it
so it's invisible.

Welcome to a new age.

This bug, it's in the wire.

All right.
It's a universal design.

Works on any phone.

All you got to know is
what country the phone's in.

How you doin'?

Bug's in the wire.
That's good.

We'll get CIA Tech to make you
a delay transmitter.

We can control what SD-6 hears.
Meanwhile, CIA hears it all.

Listen. About Vaughn.
I'm praying, too.

SYDNEY:
So instead of going to Taipei,

helping in the search
for Vaughn,

I'm leaving for France
in half an hour.

One more thing.

You haven't said anything
about your mother.

What am I supposed to say?
Something insightful?

The first time I see my mother
in 20 years,

she almost kills me.

Which would have made me the
1 3th CIA officer she's killed.

She's former KGB.
She's betrayed my father.

She's betrayed me.
She's betrayed this country.

All anyone needs to know about
that woman is she's a bad guy.

I think this was
a good beginning.

Like I said...

I can handle
the problems I've got.

Dr. Khasinau,
Mr. Ravais is calling.

[Speaking French]

Bluebird, you close?

SYDNEY:
Almost there.

Damn it!

DIXON:
You all right?

Just my shoulder.
I'm good.

Okay.
We go to stage one.

Hors d'oeuvres are tasty.

Don't forget.
You can bring me back a few.

Can you get upstairs?

I think so.

Second door on the right?

Yes.
Second door on the right.

[Beeping]

What's up?
We got a signal?

Yeah.
We got a signal.

[Beeping continues]

Un, deux, trois, quatre,
cinq, six.

Let's let SD-6 hear that.

Un, deux, trois, quatre,
cinq, six.

I got you, Bluebird.
Get out of there.

[Techno music plays]

I'll be finished in 20 minutes.

Yes, sir.

- [Moans]
- [Gasps]

[Dr. Khasinau speaking
Chinese]

[Door opens, closes]

[Beeping]

[Groans]

Vaughn, get up.
We have to get out of here.

[Vaughn mumbles]

Come on.
Come on.

They're gonna be back
in a second.

Syd?

I'm so sorry. I'm gonna
shoot you with adrenaline.

We have got to run.

[Grunts]
Don't do that.

Aah!

[Grunting]

Come on! Come on!
Come on!

Ow. That hurt.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be.

Where are we?

France.

France? Really?
France.

There's too much to explain.

I have to get back.

You can get back
to Los Angeles, right?

What?

You saved my life.

I'll see you back in L.A.

So, the operation in France
must have gone well.

Your spirits seem lifted.

The doctor said Vaughn's
going to be all right, so...

Okay, I see what you're
thinking, and the answer is no.

There is no line being crossed.
He's my handler.

Vaughn and I have
a professional relationship.

Well, actually, I was thinking
about your reporter friend.

Oh.

Will isn't doing so well.

In Taipei, he was tortured.

But in some ways,
things have gotten even worse.

JACK: The only way SD-6
will let you live

is if you destroy
the life you've got.

But you can't think
of another way than this?

Yes, I can think of other ways.

But they all involve
your burial.

Is that your idea of a joke?

You're morbid, Jack.

You'll be taken to a drug house
in South Central.

An hour later,
there will be a raid.

The most critical thing is that
you face the press yourself.

If you don't go public
with this, you'll be a dead man.

I'm scared.

I know.

You ready?

[Dog barking]

[Baby crying, indistinct
talking on police radio]

Heroin?

Francie, I'll explain
everything later, okay?

We should go out the back.

There's a bunch of reporters
waiting for you.

No. I want to go out
the front.

- Mr. Tippin!
- Did SD-6 do this to you?

Is it true you were found
with heroin in your blood?

My problem with heroin
goes back three years.

I'm embarrassed for myself
and my family when I tell you

most of what I've written during
that time has been fiction,

including my most recent report

about an organization
that I called SD-6.

These were desperate...

As hard as that is to watch,
your friend is very lucky.

It could have ended up
much worse.

You know how much
I care about you, Sydney.

I did it for you.
Spared Will's life.

I didn't want to see you lose
someone else to SD-6.

Thank you.

And there's something else.

Something I want to ask you.

It would mean a great deal

if you would speak
at Emily's service.

[Spitting, panting]

[Knock on door]

You okay?

Fantastic.

[Door opens]

He's in the bathroom.

How bad?

It's just...

bad.

Look, I have to meet
with my realtor.

I'll be back in an hour.
Can you watch him?

Yeah.

Francie.

He's gonna be okay.

WILL:
I was just sitting there...

putting my stuff from my desk
into this cardboard box.

And I look up,

and everybody from the office
is just staring at me.

So I left my office this
afternoon for the last time.

I got a lot of,
"Take care, man."

- I got a lot of that.
- I'm so sorry, Will.

Hey, I'm sitting here.

I'm on a couch.

I'm alive.

Is anybody listening to us
right now?

No.

That lamp has a bug killer
in it, so we're safe here.

Hey, how's your mouth?

I'm gonna be fine.

I lose my health insurance

the same day
I need a root canal.

[Chuckles] Oh.

[Cellular phone rings]

Who is it?

Just say "good guys"
or "bad guys." I'll understand.

Good guys.

Hey.

VAUGHN: When I was a kid,
I was a swimmer.

I could swim the 1 00 meters
in 68 seconds.

I can't tell you
how irrelevant that was

that night we were in Taipei.

There have been some incredible
inventions over the years.

But none more incredible
than the screwdriver.

None.
[Chuckles]

I thought I was home free.

[Gun cocks]

But they knocked me out.

Next thing I knew,
I was in France.

When I saw you
behind that window,

I swear to God,
I thought you were dead.

[Fence rattles]

We intercepted a call from one
of Khasinau's operatives.

They made reference
to something called "the bible."

- What is it?
- A book.

An operations manual
for their cartel.

Contacts, weapons and tech
inventory, objectives.

Information Khasinau
and your mother need to rebuild.

If we retrieve this book,
we can prevent that.

- Any idea where this bible is?
- It was Taipei.

When the lab was destroyed,

this operative who called
Khasinau grabbed the book.

He's planning on handing it
to Khasinau tomorrow

at the Port of Barcelona,
pier 347.

- Does SD-6 know?
- That's what's so genius.

The delay transmitter lets us
control the signal.

We didn't let them
hear the call.

You're going to Spain.
You leave in 30 minutes.

SYDNEY:
Anything?

Not yet.

So, there's some really good
restaurants in Barcelona.

Yeah, I know.

You know what I was thinking?

I think I do.

If we could be seen in public,

we'd get the bible
and get a bite.

Yeah, can the whole team come?
We're starving.

[Vehicle approaching]

Okay.
We've got Khasinau.

Everyone hold position.

Get ready to move.

The courier's got a briefcase.
It's got to be the bible.

We move in on 3.

Everybody into position.

1...

2...

- Get out now!
- Out of the car!

- Let me see your hands!
- Drop the case!

Out of the car!

Down on the ground!
Now!

Drop the case!
Drop the case!

Let me see your hands!
Out of the car!

Cover him!

Now! Right now!
Right now!

[Gunfire]

Who the hell is firing?

Weiss, I'm going after
the shooter.

Bravo team,
take the dry dock to the west!

- Charlie team, to the east!
- Weiss!

[Gunfire continues]

It's okay.

- [Gasping]
- It's okay. Relax.

[Choking]

Freeze!

Drop the suitcase.

Hands behind your head.
On your knees.

[Chuckles]

[Panting]

IRINA:
Drop it.

[Blood trickling]

Hands behind your head.

Get on your knees.

Head to the ground.

Truth takes time.

Do you have a minute?

You all right?

Have you heard?

What?

Sit down.

I had Emily's funeral
this morning.

Sloane's wife.

You're eulogizing
the bastard's wife?

- Yes.
- The devil's wife?

The wife of the guy
who had Danny killed.

The guy who wanted to kill me.

Despite being married
to a truly horrible man,

Emily was a good person.

If the people who cared about
her don't speak because of him,

there's no justice in that.

It just makes him stronger.

You can't see
this bruise, right?

So this is what your life is?

Lying to everybody all the time.

I've only been doing it for
a few days, and it's killing me.

When you found out about me...

I was just terrified.

Because I saw what happened
when Danny learned the truth.

But I was also selfishly
so relieved.

Because it meant that you knew.

That I didn't have to think
every time we spoke.

I could just be me.

FRANCIE:
Hello?

We're back here.

No bruises.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I got the space.
I'm opening a restaurant.

- Congratulations.
- That's great.

Thank you.

I met Emily shortly after
I started working

at Credit Dauphine.

Like many young women,
I was intimidated...

by the world.

I was sort of desperate
for a little guidance.

As he had been for most of my
life, my father was working.

I had lost my mother
when I was 6.

So I didn't have anyone
to go to.

No role model.

Arvin invited me for dinner
one night.

I remember
after dinner was over...

Emily walked me out to the car.

[Voice breaking]
I didn't know her at all.

And she said in this simple,
reassuring voice...

"You're gonna be okay."

Thinking of Emily, I often
wondered about my own mother

and what she would have
been like had she lived.

Would she have been as strong
as Emily, or as kind?

As good?

I always told myself that she
would have had those qualities.

And though I couldn't
see them...

I simply believed them.

But Emily wasn't just
the mother I never had.

She was the mother
all of us wish we had.

Dad?

Devlin just called.

CIA had a walk-in.

She just surrendered.

She said she wants to cooperate.

Who?

Your mother.

I'm not sure this is a problem
I know how to handle.