All language subtitles for Alias - 2x13 - Phase One (FoV)

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�� Yes, I'm let loose
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[ Speaking French ]

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[ Speaking French ]

What was wrong
with the black one?

Do you think it's comfortable
wearing clothes like this?

This isn't my first day.
I disconnected your call button.

I know who you are.
I know what this plane is.

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

Tell me how to
access server 47.

[ Choking ]

Over there.

Behind the frame.
There's a terminal.

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�� Come on ��

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�� Come on ��

�� Come on ��

We're transmitting.

[ Beep ]

[ Gun cocks ]

Mountaineer requests
covert entry.

Roger that.
Mountaineer's clear for entry.

[ Telephone rings ]

Okay. So, what's the new intel?

Kendall wouldn't say.
Wait for the meeting.

I ran by the park.

There were people playing
frisbee, having picnics.

-In the middle of a work day?
-Just hanging out?

Let's move. Did you tell her
about the transfers?

Some recruits from Langley
are gonna be observing.

Now, wait.
Before the meeting...

I'm gonna say something.

And it'll either be
obvlous to you

or seem presumptuous.

Either way,
I've got to say it.

This isn't working.

I've been thinking.

I don't know
what the hell to do.

What?

I think you know what.

-I need you to tell me.
-You need me to tell you what?

That when you're on operatlons,
I can't sleep?

That in debrlef
I have to force myself

to remember what we're revlewing

when all I want to do
is kiss you?

Sometimes it is
hard to remember.

That's what I'm talking about.

The thing that makes me crazy

is the people that would kill us
if we were seen together --

The Alliance, SD-6, Sloane --

are the very forces
that brought you into my llfe.

What kind of
a Slck joke is that?

So we shouldn't
be working together?

That's what I was thinking.
But we are great together.

-I know.
-The more we work together...

the sooner The Alliance
gets destroyed.

-So what are you suggesting?
-[ Door opens ]

What is this?
The flirting corner?

-We're talking.
-I figured that out.

There's a meeting.

Natlonal security.
Remember?

It's important.
For the people.

We'll be right there.

Arvin Sloane.

As most of you know,

Sloane is the
acting director of SD-6.

For those of you
new to the fun and games,

SD-6 is an arm
of The Alliance,

a worldwide
organized-crime syndicate

responSlble for weapons trade,
drug traffic, murder.

The Alliance keeps
a dozen offices, or cells.

SD-1 through SD-12.

We have identifled
the locatlon of seven cells.

The rest is speculatlon.

The agents Bristow have been
working undercover at SD-6,

tracking their objectives,
operatlons, contacts.

Working under Arvin Sloane.

Until now.

We've intercepted
communicatlons.

The Alliance has picked someone
to be Sloane's replacement.

Anthony Geiger.

Which is about as much
as I can tell you about him.

Geiger has no file at CIA, FBI.

No police records.
No overdue video rentals.

-Nothing.
-Excuse me.

Sloane's being replaced?

He's been MIA for five days.

With Sloane gone,

we no longer have access to
their inner circle.

Sydney, Jack, your asSlgnment
is to get close to Geiger.

Earn his trust.

Get back inSlde
that inner circle.

That's it.

Dad, the one person in the world
I want brought to justice,

he's disappeared.

I've been doing this
a long time, Sydney.

There's rarely an end
to the story.

I don't like it.
Whatever's happening here.

Excuse me.
Mr. Geiger?

Yes?

Sydney Bristow.

Come in.
Slt down.

Let's see...

I just wanted to
introduce myself, say hello.

What can you tell me
about Danny?

What would you like to know?

You were engaged?

Yes.

Well, tell me something more.

I assume you mean
how Danny dled.

I told him the truth.

That I worked for SD-6.

Security Sectlon
discovered this.

They told Sloane.

Sloane had him killed.

What kind of doctor
was he gonna be?

-A pediatric cardlologist.
-Really?

Well, that's unusual.

Did he like kids?

Danny had a younger brother
who was born with a condition.

A heart condition.

And they were told
there was no treatment.

If the people I work for
would assasSlnate my wife,

I would not show up
at the office the next day.

So why come back?

What for?

The precepts of SD-6
were made clear to me

when I was recruited.

What happened was my fault.

And I am a faithful
officer of this agency.

Thanks for coming in.

New boss has a dreadful
personality, don't you think?

I've seen worse.

-Am I to take that personally?
-Sark, what do you want?

When I met with Geiger, I left
feeling as unstrung as you look.

Just so you know,
I'm fully strung.

We all have secrets, Sydney.

And from what I've heard
about Geiger,

he'll discover them.

What have you heard
about Geiger?

Former German Intelligence.

Has more enemles
than varlous other Germans

we're familiar with.

He seems to think
Sloane is a traitor.

He's unlocked Sloane's
secret files on server 47.

There are only 46 servers.

Really?

Well, he announced it to me
as if it were a victory.

"I've already hacked
Sloane's files on server 47."

There's only one reason
Sloane would keep secret

the existence of a computer.

Because this computer,
server 47, is a vulnerability.

Tell me what you're suggesting.

I think there's a central
Alliance computer. Server 47.

A network that llnks
all the SD cells.

It makes sense, doesn't it?

I'm trying to find
a flaw in this.

I want to find this computer.

If I'm right,

it could tell us names
of The Alliance partners,

locatlons of offices...

-Sydney...
-Dad...

This could be
the Sllver bullet.

I'll get CIA to sanctlon it.

We tracked down server 47.

You couldn't get a 20 on it
because it's in the sky.

It's a 747 purchased
by The Alliance in 1998.

They retrofitted the interlor

to contain
a server and satellite uplink.

They keep the computer
airborne?

It only Iands for refueling.

The Alliance has this man
overseeing the operatlon.

Gils Nacor.
He's a computer security expert.

He travels with the server.

This guy spends his llfe
on a plane with a computer?

It's a really nice plane.

How did they convince an
upper-level asset to do that?

They provide women.

-You're kidding me.
-Nope. Twice a week.

Airports in England and Spain.
Escort agency provides a new...

frlend.

I have to be his frlend.

No, you just have to
get him alone.

Computer's in the belly
of the plane.

There are terminal accesses
in the main cabin.

We're going to Barcelona.
We have a team.

They'll ambush
the drop-off of his date.

They'll deliver you
in her place.

Get onto the plane,
access the server,

and transmit its contents.

We'll be in a cargo jet.

We have to stay
within 5,000 feet.

Here's your transmitter.

The earrings will give us
audlo and video.

Op-tech has
the rest of your gear.

Guys, we should get
to the plane.

Okay, whenever you want
to have that talk...

What talk?

About the cologne.
Whatever you're wearing.

I'm not wearing any cologne.

No man naturally smells
as good as you do right now.

Okay, your camera's on.
Here we go.

NACOR:
Non.

[ Speaking French ]

That son of a bitch.

Easy. Come on.

I swear,
I'm gonna kill this guy.

No way that guy smells
as good as you.

It's aftershave.
I got new aftershave.

Yeah, well,
I'd llghten up on it.

-Yeah?
-Oh, yeah.

Yeah, to the point of non-use.

SYDNEY: Tell me
how to access server 47.

Behind the frame.
There's a terminal.

All right, get going.

-We're transmitting.
-Got it.

We should be at Heathrow
in an hour.

Team's in place.

I'm going to take out the guard.

[ Speaking French ]

Throw the gun.
Make him reach for it.

[ Gun cocks ]

You think you can steal
from us, you llttle bitch?!

No! No, no, no, no!

[ Metal creaking ]

Oh, my God.

She's all yours.

FRANCle: Guess what.
Sydney's gonna be Iate again.

WILL:
She's misSlng the dirty work.

-Look at these guys.
-[ Laughing ] Oh, no.

It's gonna be fine.

FRANCle:
I hate this part.

Okay, the suspense
is killing me.

What's the occaSlon?

The restaurant is actually
making a profit.

After only Slx months?
Is that even posSlble?

Yes. Hence the lobster dinner.

If anyone told me I would
be making this work,

my own restaurant...

It's just unbellevable.

I guess this is a really bad
time to tell you I have to quit.

I got a job working
for a travel magazine.

It's not "The New York Times,"
but I am writing for a llving.

That is genius. I love
that you're writing again.

-You're okay with it?
-Yeah.

I can't find another
waiter in Los Angeles?

-Francle, you're the best.
-Congratulatlons.

AnalySls got done
with the hard drive.

Slr, this is our chance
to destroy The Alliance!

Miss Bristow, thank you.
I understand.

But you don't rush an operatlon.

As soon as The Alliance
realizes there's a breach,

-this info won't be valid.
-You may recall the 150 pounds

of C-4 exploSlves
in the subbasement at SD-6

and probably
every other SD cell.

If this intel is wrong,

we're talking
the death of civilians.

The answer is in the document.

According to the informatlon,

each SD cell uses a code
which changes weekly

to operate their security.

The current code is right here.

We need to get into SD-6 and
find out what the code is now?

If it matches,
then the intel is real.

In which case, I could go to
Langley about raiding Alliance.

-Do we have the current code?
-No.

But I can get it.

FRANCle:
Did you like the salmon, Will?

WILL:
I was gonna say that.

-Really?
-Yeah, I thought it was great.

-I thought it was amazing.
-Really?

-Was that a new sauce?
-Yeah.

-It was great.
-Thank you.

I'm glad you noticed it.
Thanks.

Did you know that guy
at table 45?

-No.
-He was totally looking at you.

He was not looking at me.

What's going on?

-What?
-What?

What?

You guys are both acting
like you're on drugs.

Um, well, um...

We sort of made out.

Oh, my God.

Okay, this is too weird.

You called for me?

I've been revlewing
Mr. Sloane's work.

I found an e-mail
that struck me as curlous.

Is SD-6 running a program

recording keystrokes
at each desktop?

Yes, Slr, of course.

Well, then...

Why don't you Slt down?

I'd like you to play back
what Arvin Sloane was typing.

Literally every detail now.

We were in the kitchen.
All of a sudden...

I can't belleve this.
I'm in shock.

-Good shock?
-No, great shock.

-Is this a one-time thing?
-I don't know.

You know the really weird part?
It wasn't weird.

-I'm gonna have fun with this.
-[ Laughing ] Oh, jeez.

MAN:
Here we go.

This is a playback
of Arvin Sloane

as he wrote the e-mail
in questlon.

Okay.

Wait. He wrote something
and then erased it.

-PIay it back slow.
-Certainly.

Jack Bristow?

Anthony Geiger.

I've been looking forward
to this.

Me as well.

[ Cellular phone rings ]

Yeah?

JACK: Sydney, it's me.
I'm talking to Mr. Geiger.

He'd like you to
come in right away.

Oh, and take surface streets.

They're doing some work
on the freeway.

Okay, I will.

See you soon.

Did he get the code?

Syd?

-He was compromised.
-What?

He just said,
"Take the surface streets."

I don't understand.

It's a phrase we came up with

to let one of us know
if the other was discovered.

To warn them to stay away.

He's with Geiger now.

Jack, I know you are disloyal.

I know your daughter is, too.

Both your files...

There were so many red flags,

I thought I was
in a RusSlan airport.

What I don't know is
where your loyaltles lle.

Where are your loyaltles, Jack?

So, who are you working for?

We've met before, you and I.

I'm surprised you don't recall.

A man with such
attentlon to detail.

I can't quite place it.

Neither could I.

But then I remembered.

Kanagawa, '87.

Were you with Nagayo?

We had dinner.

Oh, yes, I remember.

What a night that was.

The woman with the club foot.

That's right.

Come on, Jack.

Just tell me
who you're working for,

and this will all go away.

One Iast chance.

[ Electricity crackling ]

[ Crackling intenSlfles ]

[ Screaming ]

I don't understand.
Go where?

Anywhere. Get Francle
and leave town.

Vegas. San Francisco.

What kind of trouble are you in?

Someone might be looking for me.

Promise me you will stay away.
That's all I need you to do.

I promise. Syd, are you
gonna be okay?

Yeah. I have to go.

Kendall's on his way.

He's not gonna do a thing.
My dad was right.

Kendall's not gonna move
until he knows

that informatlon is valid.

We have to get
that code from SD-6.

You cannot go back there.

I know.

Sydney, I got your message.

There isn't time for me
to explain everything.

For me to apologize
the way I need to.

SD-6 has nothing to do
with the CIA.

Dixon, you've been lled to.

We have all been lled to.

What are you...
That's...

You have had
suspiclons about me.

You had suspiclons about me.
You were right.

I know this is insane,
but you have to trust me now.

I could take you to CIA,
show you the files, the proof.

SD-6 is part of The Alliance.

You have been working
for the enemy

you thought you were fighting.

This will take time
to understand.

Time we don't have.

I need you to llsten to me.

They have my dad.

Geiger at SD-6.

I'm afraid he's gonna kill him.

The CIA.
The real CIA...

No, no! This is crazy, Sydney!
Do you hear yourself?

...has intel that can
change all of this.

-You have to llsten!
-This does not make sense!

You have to llsten to me!

I can't go back there,
or they will kill me.

We need you to go into SD-6.

We need you to hack into the
system and make viSlble a file

that you would
never know was there.

It's a code.
A number that we need.

If it's a match
to one we already have,

it will confirm data,

and the CIA will raid SD-6
and every Alliance office.

If you follow these
instructlons to get the code,

you will be in the core
of SD-6 computer network.

You'll see.

It's not CIA.

It's Alliance.

I'll wait for your e-mail.

But you need to hurry.

[ Telephone rings ]

-DIANE: Hello?
-Hi, baby.

Where are you?

I'm at work.

What's up?

I was just calling you

to tell you I love you.

How much I love you.

Oh, thanks, sweetle.
I love you, too.

When will you be home?

I'm not sure.

Okay. Well, be safe.

You too.

[ Beep ]

The code's a match.
It's a match!

As you may be aware,
the CIA received intelligence

which provides us with vital,
prevlously unavailable details

on the inner workings
of The Alliance.

Thanks to some exceptlonal work,
we've confirmed this intel.

Therefore,
tonight at 2200 hours,

the CIA, in conjunctlon
with the FSB,

the BAP, MI5,
and the Shin Bet,

will conduct Slmultaneous raids
on all Alliance facilitles.

And tomorrow morning,
God willing,

The Alliance
will no longer exist.

KENDALL: Our team will surround
the Credit Dauphine building

which houses
the target SD-6 office.

Team will get to the perimeter
and disable security systems.

On operatlon leader's call,

teams around the globe
will raid all SD offices,

Alliance headquarters,
and partners' reSldences.

Now, most SD-6 agents are
desk-trained and won't fight.

But their security team members
will respond with lethal force.

And they're the ones
you want to take down.

People, it's a hazardous job.

Do it well, and come home.

Jack...

You know how this goes.

Your heart can only take
one more shock.

Perhaps two.

I've never seen anyone
go beyond three.

Have you?

Now! Move out!

[ Beep ]

Base to team leader.
Security disarmed at SD-3.

-All transmisSlons are received.
-AIarms disabled at SD-10.

Base to team leader.

Confirming security alarms
disarmed at SD-4.

I have given you
enough time to reconSlder.

[ Whirs ]

-You okay?
-Yeah.

-SD-5 team, stand by.
-SD-4 team, stand by.

SD-3 team, stand by.

Slr, all teams in poSltlon.

Let's move in.

Go, go, go.

Hey, you want some
pigs in a blanket?

-No. Thanks.
-What?

Nobody can reSlst
llttle pigs in a blanket.

They're hot,
fresh out of the oven.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

Look out!

Marshall, get down!

Your daughter is so beautiful.

Imagine what I could do to her.

This is your Iast chance, Jack.

Save yourself.

Save Sydney.

Who are you working for?

Hmm?

[ Door slams ]

-Oh, my God, Dad.
-I'm okay, sweetheart. I'm okay.

We have two men down at SD-4.

Three agents killed at SD-8.

-Three agents down at SD-2.
-SD-9 has four down.

Miss Bristow, excuse me.
I got it.

Give me your hand!

Watch your step, ma'am.

-Get up!
-On your feet.

Dixon...

Look, this will be
over soon. I promise.

Thank you.

Don't talk to me.

Details of casualtles
are still sketchy,

but we've gotten reports
from team leaders.

We appear to be in control
of all Alliance facilitles.

Hey, guys.
I just talked to base.

We did it.
We kicked their asses.

Hey.

Guys, did you hear what I said?

Asses...

...kicked.

It's remarkable, really.

Sydney leaked the intel
to the CIA,

and the rest played out exactly
as you predicted it would.

So congratulatlons, Slr.

The Alliance is gone.

We shouldn't celebrate yet.

As you know, there's
much more work to be done.

I just wanted to let you know
that phase one is complete.

Good.

Move on to phase two.

And, Sark...

Yes, Mr. Sloane?

Check in on our new asset.

Make sure we're on schedule.

[ Cellular phone rings ]

-[ Cellular phone beeps ]
-Yes?

SARK: I've been asked to confirm
that you are in poSltlon.

Yes.

Everything's in place.