All language subtitles for Alias - 2x03 - Cipher (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.

Bristow's mother,
formerly Russian intelligence,

recently turned herself in
to the CIA.

Mom?

Intel indicates

she may still be
an enemy of the United States.

The true loyalty
of Agent Bristow's mother

remains unknown.

Previously on "Alias"...

I am Mr. Sark,
Director of Operations.

Who is your employer?

My employer's identity
will have to remain

confidential for now.

You tell your employer

if he ever wastes my time
like this again,

our next meeting
will not be so cordial.

Under Proposition 36,
you are to receive probation

and are hereby ordered
to complete

a certified
drug treatment program.

Arvin Sloane is a man
of integrity and courage.

As the head of SD-6,

he brilliantly executed
Alliance policy.

Now, as the newest
full partner of The Alliance,

I feel confident
that he will play a major part

in shaping that policy.

Welcome to The Alliance.

-You've agreed to see her?
-Yes.

-She is the enemy.
-And so is Sloane.

If the devil herself
wants to help me

bring him down, fine by me.

You're smarter than this.

Your mother wants you
to think she's your ally.

The minute you start
depending on her,

she will gut you.

Freelancer
requests covert entry.

That's a copy.
We'll notify Agent Vaughn.

No one's following her.

Ident confirmed.

Freelancer is
approaching Quadrant 4.

Sig Int reporting clear.
No suspect signals.

Agent Bristow,
thank you for coming in.

I know you weren't wild
about talking

with your mother last week,
but I hope we can agree

the information she gave us
made it worth your discomfort.

I thought so.

Until an hour ago.

How is that?

I just came from a meeting
with Sloane.

The camera I took
from Fordson's vault,

the camera we tried
to keep from SD-6,

was an early prototype.

The real camera is
to be launched into orbit

72 hours from now.

By whom?

The Asiatic Space Agency.

Founded after the fall
of the Iron Curtain.

The ASA consists mainly
of displaced Russian scientists.

Their latest client
is an old friend of ours.

Sark.

What's his interest
in launching a satellite?

That's the question.

The satellite is equipped
with an imaging camera.

This camera's capable
of seeing through solid matter

up to a depth of 100 meters.

It is imperative

that we find out
what Mr. Sark is looking for.

The launch site's in Sri Lanka.

Sloane wants us to infiltrate it
posing as corporate buyers.

Our mission is to hack
into the satellite

so SD-6 can tap into Sark's feed
and see what he sees.

I'll get Technical Services
on that.

We'll hack into that feed, too.

That's a fine preliminary step,

but I will want to know
what we're looking for

before the satellite
is launched.

You want me
to talk to her again.

Mr. Sark has assumed control
of your mother's operation.

Stop referring
to her as my mother.

Ms. Derevko must
know what he's looking for,

and she will
only speak with you.

I talked to her before
because I had to.

I have no intention
of making this a habit.

I assume you have an opinion
on this, Agent Vaughn.

I don't have
an easy answer to that.

I'll take a complicated one.

I can't pretend
to hide my bias here.

Irina Derevko
betrayed this country

and killed my father
in the process.

On the other hand, she is
a certifiable Rambaldi expert

and knows more
about the inner workings

of global organized crime

than any other person
in U.S. custody.

Having said that,

Agent Bristow and I were
effectively countering SD-6

before Derevko
turned herself in,

and I stand behind
whatever she decides.

I do understand that you're
caught in the middle

of all this, Agent Bristow.

I can only offer my word.

The sooner we know
what she knows,

the sooner you'll never
have to speak with her again.

We weren't scheduled
to meet until Wednesday.

Is everything all right?

I'm here to talk about Sydney.

Good.
What's on your mind?

I want your help in devising
a strategy to persuade Sydney

not to interact with her mother.

Why?

Because Irina Derevko
is an opportunistic sociopath

who'll use whatever inroads
she can make with my daughter

to get what she wants.

Have you considered that
the more you keep her

from her mother,

the more you're going
to spark her interest?

Of course I have.

Which is why I'm hoping
to devise a strategy

with the necessary subtlety.

Well, I'm sorry,

but I am not in the habit

of helping a father
manipulate his daughter.

No matter how good
his intentions may be.

I see.

Is your opinion here
based on what's best for Sydney

or for the Agency?

The fact is if Sydney
doesn't talk to Laura,

the CIA learns nothing.

So you still think of her
as Laura,

even though that was her alias.

Autocircadian meditation.

All the benefits of sleep
in a fraction of the time.

I can teach it to you.

I told you, when we speak,

you are to address me
as Agent Bristow.

Mr. Sark was
one of your top operatives.

He's now assumed control
of your assets.

He's launching a satellite

with ground-penetrating
surveillance capabilities,

but I doubt this is news to you.

What's he looking for?

Do you remember
when you were 6 years old?

I sent you to piano lessons?

Your teacher was Ms. Adams.

We're not having
this conversation.

You asked me a question.
I'm giving you an answer.

Do you remember
the first thing

Ms. Adams taught you
about music?

She said music is like math.

If you can count, you can play.

Every musical note
has a corresponding frequency.

Middle C, for example,
vibrates at 261 hertz,

which means any piece of music

can be expressed
as a series of numbers.

Sark is looking for a music box
designed by Rambaldi.

The box plays a unique tune.

Encoded within the tune,
there's an equation.

For what?

Zero-Point Energy.

A fuel source.

The military applications
alone would be unlimited.

From a music box?

The music won't play
without the proper combination.

Sark was working
on deciphering it,

but I don't know
whether he was successful.

Fine.

Thank you.

Speaking of Ms. Adams...

Just before I left, I remember
her encouraging you to try out

for your school's
Thanksgiving play.

You don't have to tell me
if you don't want to,

but in the 20 years
since I last saw you,

I've often wondered...

What part did you play?

I don't remember.

It was around the time
I was told my mother had died.

Everything else is a blur.

I read Vaughn's debrief.
I know you saw your mother.

You okay?

Seeing her again...

I'm realizing there are
these gaps in my memory

from around the time she left.

Dad, do you remember
the Thanksgiving play

I was in that year in school?

Because I sort of do.

I have an impression of it,
but I can't remember.

Was I a Pilgrim or an Indian?

What?

You were neither.

You were a turkey.

You were the only turkey

that was spared
to celebrate the harvest.

I know you think it's dangerous
for me to see Mom,

but she's a means to an end.

I don't take anything
she says at face value.

She won't expect you to.

Sydney...

I trust your judgment.

You're doing fine.

Okay, once you get
through the launch site

to the exhaust ducts,
press this button right here

and...

Voila.

It's empty.

Totally forgot to tell you.
The real deal, not done yet.

But tomorrow, when you
open up this briefcase,

you will be looking at a
high-performance hydraulic luge.

How fast can I go?

About 150,

which should get you
through the launch facility's

2-mile ducts
in about, uh, 12 seconds.

You want to make sure
you get out of there

fast after you're done

wiring the circuit board
into the satellite

because if you're in the ducts
when the rocket launches,

then, well, boom.

Then I'd miss you.

You wanted to see me?

Come in.

I have something to give you.

It's Emily's seed box.

The lithography's original,
circa 1910.

Her mother gave it to her.

Emily would have
wanted you to have it.

Thank you.

I can't think of Emily
without thinking of her garden.

Well, neither can I.

I miss her, too.

This office is where I feel
most at home these days.

At the house, I don't know.

I seem to be paralyzed.

If a stranger
were to come to the house

for the first time,

they would think
that Emily still lived there.

Her clothes are in the closet,
her makeup on the vanity.

The only thing that betrays
this pretense of normalcy

is her garden.

Where roses once grew,
they're gone now.

Her garden seems
to have died with her.

It's not your fault.

Good luck in Sri Lanka.

Attach this circuit board
to the satellite

instead of the one
you got from SD-6.

It's an exact duplicate.

They'll still be able
to intercept Sark's feed,

but we've modified it so we can
access the signal, too,

see what everyone else
is seeing.

One more thing...

we'd like to bring
Will Tippin in

for a follow-up on his debrief.

Why?

Derevko told us
that Sark has been working

on cracking a combination that
would activate the music box.

Yeah.

We've been reviewing
Tippin's statement,

and he reported falling
in and out of consciousness

on the flight to Taipei
and vaguely remembers

seeing Sark working at a laptop.

You're thinking
induced regression?

We have someone coming in
from Langley.

So he can relive
everything he went through.

If there were another option,
believe me, I'd take it.

SYDNEY: Will, the CIA wants
to meet with you again.

Why?

They can tell you
better than I can, but...

Here's your S.O.P.

S.O.P.?

Standard Operating Procedure
for a meet.

You're meeting with my handler.

Vaughn.

He's...

smart, professional,
won't waste your time.

Look, I'm sorry.

You deserve
to move on from this.

Hey, guys.

Hey.

-What are you doing?
-What?

Will just went
to his first N.A. meeting,

and you're waving
a beer in his face?

You're right.

It's okay.

Oh, can you come down
to the restaurant tomorrow?

-Sure.
-All the flatware came in,

and the dishwasher's
not hooked up,

so we have to wash everything
by hand before the opening.

-You're coming, right?
-Are you kidding?

What time?

2:00, 2:30?

I got to go.
I'm going to miss my flight.

Fancy client or boring seminar?

Boring client,
and he's in Sri Lanka,

so I get to fly
15 hours both directions

for a one-hour meeting.

Thanks for letting me stay here

till I can afford
a cheaper place.

Okay, Syd.

Sark's confirmed inside.
You're a go.

The sooner
you get on the phone line,

the more time I have
to hack into their system.

Joanna Kelly from Euro Teledyne.

I have an appointment
with Mr. Vashko.

Mr. Sark, welcome
to our control center.

Will you be the only observer
from your company today?

I'm afraid my associates

have a plan to lobby OPEC
for drilling rights.

We are about to begin
the final system checks.

Excellent.

Miss Kelly.

Welcome to
ASA's launch facility.

Thank you.
I look forward to the tour.

Would you mind if I made a call?

I'm sorry.

We do not allow mobile phone use
during the launch.

It interferes
with the radio signals.

But you are more than welcome
to use one of our landlines.

Thank you.

Hi, darling, just checking in.

Okay, I'm into their
local area network.

It'll take me a minute
to access

the security surveillance feed.

Okay, I'm in.

Miss you, too. Kisses.

And in compliance

with Kyoto environmental
accords, during launch,

we filter the rocket's exhaust
through 2-mile ducts.

I understand these ducts
are capable of channeling

over a million pounds of thrust.

You have done your homework.

I will take you
to the VIP observation deck.

The view is spectacular.

My watch stopped.
Do you have the time?

Oh, sure.

Okay, Dixon, I'll be
in the canal in two minutes.

Copy that, Syd.

Ready to cut the surveillance
feed on your signal.

MAN: Radio frequency system.
Check.

Activation vehicle telemetry.
Check.

Onboard power test.
Check.

Data transponder

and launch vehicle
remote control. Check.

Dixon, I'm in position.

Copy that, Syd.

The ground crew's
left the launch deck.

I'm shutting down surveillance
for five minutes starting...

now.

We lost the TV feed
to the launch deck.

What's the problem?

I will know shortly.

Dixon, how am I doing?

3 minutes, 10 seconds

until surveillance
is restored, Syd.

Power surge.

We will be back on-line
in three minutes.

We assure you,

this in no way indicates
a problem with the launch.

Is there any way
into the launch zone

that isn't visible from here?

Just the exhaust ducts,
but our ground crews

don't go anywhere near them
during countdown.

Move up the launch.

Pardon?

I'm splicing into
the internal supply system now.

Almost there.

You said the cameras
don't affect the launch.

They don't, but if something

were to go wrong,
we want to study --

Then begin the final countdown.

Or should we abort altogether?

I can spread the word
amongst my colleagues

that the Asiatic Space Agency

is nothing but the poor man's
version of NASA.

Initiate the final countdown.

We're advancing our timetable.

Sydney, get out of there.
They've moved up the launch.

I'm still wiring the board.
How much time do I have?

48 seconds and counting.

Switching to internal power.

Transmitter shows
engine to launch.

DIXON: Sydney,
it's too dangerous. Abort.

We're at 44 seconds
and counting.

Syd, get out of there.

No. I got it.

All systems green
for launch in 30...

29...

28...

27...

3...

2...

Sydney!

SYDNEY:
I'm all right.

I'll meet you at the rendezvous
in 10 minutes.

-Did you enjoy the launch?
-It was a thrill.

I'm Michael Vaughn.

Hey.

Sorry about
the cloak-and-dagger routine,

but SD-6 may monitor you
from time to time.

We had to make sure
you weren't followed.

Sure, I get it.

So you're Vaughn.

You sound surprised.

No, I just thought
you'd be, uh...

Older.

Ah.

We want to bring you in
for a hypnotherapy session.

From your statement,
we think you might recall

details from your captivity
that could help us.

When?

There's a car waiting for us.

Now?

I can't.

I'm helping my friend
get a restaurant ready.

Francie.

Right.

So tomorrow then?

Sure, okay.

You'll get a call
on your cell phone

from a telemarketer asking
if you're interested

in consolidating your debt.

That will be your signal
to meet here.

We'll have a car take you
to our office.

So every time Sydney
ran out the door

after she got a wrong number,
she was going to meet you?

It's standard protocol,
in case the line's tapped.

It's a low-risk way
to set up a meet.

Did you ever give her
a picture frame?

It was, like, an antique.

She said it was
from somebody at work,

and it was probably just another
way to contact her, right?

Actually, no,
that was just a gift.

It's nice to meet you.

You too.

Congratulations are in order
to both of you.

Thanks to your efforts
in Sri Lanka,

we were able
to intercept the feed

from a satellite launched
by Mr. Sark yesterday.

He's looking
at a 20-square-mile area

of Siberia. Marshall.

Now, I know this looks like

20 miles of frozen
tundrocity, right?

Look at it through
the Terahertz imaging camera.

SYDNEY:
The symbol of Rambaldi.

What the satellite's looking at

are subglacial caverns
under the ice.

It's a natural formation?

Beats me. Without actual
ice core samples,

I can't say anything except,
you know, wow.

You are now looking at an image
with a 10-centimeter resolution.

As you see, in the center
of the cavern,

there appears to be an object
notably composed of metal.

We must acquire this object
before Mr. Sark does.

So you will be accompanied
by a support team.

They will establish a perimeter
with Agent Dixon

to guard every possible entrance
to the cavern.

Sydney, you're on point.

Flight leaves in four hours.

That's all.
You can go.

Jack, would you stay
a minute, please?

I want to ask you
for a favor, Jack.

I think I may have
underestimated

the effect that Emily's death
would have on me.

You're entitled to your grief.

Not when it undermines
my authority here.

My standing
within The Alliance.

I need you to monitor me, Jack.

I need you to pull me aside

if you think that I'm letting
my cards show.

Of course.

The day before she...

The day before she passed,
Emily reserved us a suite

at our favorite bed
and breakfast in Sonoma.

Even in her last moments,
she was planning our future.

I'm not a spiritual man,

but I feel lately her presence

everywhere around me.

Trauma can bring about feelings
of metaphysical familiarity.

Waking dreams, as it were.

On the other hand, who is to say
she isn't with you?

I'm going to count
backwards from three,

and when I reach one,
I want you to lift your head

and tell me where you are.

3...2...1...

WOMAN:
Where are you?

I'm in a cargo plane...

on the way to Taipei.

Will, how are you feeling?

I'm afraid
they're going to kill me.

I'm afraid they're going
to get to Sydney.

They can't, Will.

You're revisiting
what's already happened.

This is just a memory.

Now, tell me what you see.

Sark...
working on his laptop.

Can you see the screen?

No.

It's too far away.

In his statement,

he said he was picked up
and carried off the plane,

so maybe he got closer.

Will, listen to me.

I want you to think ahead
to when the plane landed,

when you were getting off
the plane.

Can you do that?

Yes.

What do you see?

Oh, God! Please.
Please, please don't kill me.

Please don't kill me.

Wake him up.

It's all right.

Don't kill me.
Oh, please don't.

Will, tell me what's happening.

They're carrying me
off the plane.

Can you see Sark's computer?

No, no,
I'm passing too fast.

Go back and try again.

When you pass the computer,

I want you to stop.

Names. I see names.

Read them to me.

Dostoyevsky...

Nabokov...

Tolstoy...

Chekov.

That's good, Will.

Now, when you hear the tone,
I want you to open your eyes

and as soon as you do, you will
feel rested and refreshed.

I need to check his vitals.
Just give me a minute.

You okay?

I doubt the code that activates
Rambaldi's music box

is a list of Russian authors.

It must be some kind
of cipher text.

Look, under
normal circumstances,

I would never ask this,

but your mother is the only
person who can translate

those names for us
by the time you leave.

If your mother
will give us the code

to activate the music box.

We want you to activate
the box on site.

You'll get it to play,
and we'll record the music

through your comm link,
then you'll destroy it.

Agent Bristow.

Dostoyevsky, Nabokov,
Tolstoy, Chekov.

We took these code words
from Sark's computer.

I want you to translate
them for me.

Give me a pencil and paper.

No.

I can't decipher it
without pencil and paper.

You haven't yet asked me

how I could shoot
my own daughter.

No, I haven't.

I assume you wouldn't need
this combination so urgently

if you didn't know
where the music box was.

Sark won't hesitate to kill you.

I don't want to lose the chance
to explain myself someday.

About the Thanksgiving play...

I was a turkey.

Thank you.

I'm not reading
any inbound contacts!

It looks good.
We're alone out here!

But keep
your motion trackers on,

and stay sharp!

Novak, you're guarding
the Southeast entrance!

Cooper, you guard the North.
Stay on station!

Watch your step.
If you fall through the ice,

it'll freeze over
in four seconds!

Good to know.

Yeah?

Hello?

Hello.

MAN: Yes, sir?

Could you get me
Security Section?

I need a backtrace on a call
I just received.

Just a moment.

Sir, the call came from
the Baranca Bed and Breakfast

in Sonoma County, California.

Report contacts!

Position one holding!
Negative on contacts!

Position two holding!
No contact!

I'm all alone out here!

Syd, how do you copy in there?

Got you five by, Dixon.

SYDNEY: Dixon,
the ice looks shaky.

I'm going to go radio silent
until I pass through.

Copy that! Standing by!

I've had a picture of your face
in my mind for 20 years.

I remember a loving husband,

generous man, patriot.

I may have been under orders
to fabricate a life with you,

but there were times when
the illusion of our marriage

was as powerful for me

as it was for you.

Especially when Sydney was born.

Looking at you now,

I see that illusion
is finally gone.

I want to make something
very clear to you.

There are people here
who believe

you can repay the debt
you owe this country

through your continued
cooperation.

I am not one of them.

And if Sydney, in any way,
becomes victim to your endgame,

I will kill you.

She spent most of her life
believing you were dead.

She'll get used to it again.

No matter what bond
you try to forge with her.

You haven't told her
what you did to her

after I disappeared...

have you?

Base Ops, this is Freelancer.
Do you copy?

Read you loud and clear,
Freelancer.

I found the music box.

It looks intact.

Stand by. I'm going to enter
the code my mother gave me.

Cooper! Novak!

I've got an inbound contact!
Northwest, 100 meters --

can you confirm?

Got 'em on radar!

Ditto!

But I don't see anyone!

The target has stopped!

Correction.

Reading four!
Four tangos!

Approaching
from all directions!

They're heading
for the entrance!

I still don't see!

Sydney, do you copy?!

Sydney!

3-1-1...

2-5-4.

We've got audio.

Talk to me, Cooper!
Your tango is 10 meters away!

I don't see anything!

It's right on top of you!

I'm all over it!

Cooper! Do you copy?

Talk to me, Cooper!

My contact's at 2 meters!

It's got to be
an equipment malfunction!

Novak!
They're under the ice!

Novak!

Do you copy, Sydney?

SYDNEY: That's it.

Confirm you've got
the recording.

I'm ready to destroy
the music box.

VAUGHN: Affirmative.
We got the recording.

It's affirmative.
I'm 10-7.

DIXON:
Sydney, do you copy?!

Dixon. What's wrong?

Get out of there!
Sark's here!

Put the case down.

Slide it over.

It was you giving us problems
at the launch.

I'd offer you passage back,

but my submersible
only seats four.

It's the thought that counts.