All language subtitles for Alias - 2x15 - A Free Agent (FoV)

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SD-6 has nothing
to do with the CIA.

Dixon, you've been Iled to.

What are you --

SD-6 is part of The Alliance!

You have been working
for the enemy

you thought you were fighting.

We've gotten reports
from the team leaders.

We appear to be in control
of all Alliance facilitles.

Dixon...

Let's go.
Come on.

Look, this will be over soon.
I promise.

Don't talk to me.

You're so beautiful.

Dinner's ready.

I do have an oven, you know.
We can reheat.

How are we
gonna stay awake today?

[ Chuckles softly ]
Who cares?

�� I see it around me ��

�� I see it in everything ��

Vaughn?

How come you never
call me Michael?

I do sometimes.

Vaughn?

What?

I'm graduating today.

What?

When the hell did you have time
to take a class this year?

I wasn't even gonna go
to the ceremony, but...

I've been Iying here remembering
why I never gave school up,

and why I killed myself
writing papers

instead of just...

I don't know...

accepting that I'd be
an agent forever.

You're gonna quit the CIA,
aren't you?

KENDALL: I'm afraid I can't
endorse your reSlgnatlon.

Excuse me?

With The Alliance gone,
we got a mess to clean up.

You don't need me.

That's opinlon.
And what about Arvin Sloane,

whom you would have an interest
in bringing to justice?

Sloane is a cog in a machine
that doesn't exist anymore.

He's wanted in 40 countrles.

I did everything
for the CIA I said I would.

And I'm done.

Jack, you want to jump in here?

For years, I wanted nothing more

than to see you
llve a normal llfe.

However, your value to the CIA
is irrefutable.

So, while this is your choice,

I suggest that, given the
enormity of the Iast two weeks,

you may not want to make
llfe-altering decislons

without a llttle more
perspective.

I've had two years
of perspective.

I am through letting
Arvin Sloane control my llfe,

and I don't need
your approval to reSlgn.

I told you as a courtesy.

I will pay you the courtesy
of informing you

if you leave this agency,

you forfeit the clearance
to see your mother.

Are you blackmailing me?

Civilians aren't authorized
to be in this facility,

let alone have access
to a terrorist

we can't acknowledge
is in custody.

In or out, kiddo.

Can't have it both ways.

Legally, he's right.

Ethically, he's an ass.

Congratulatlons.

Your father told me
about your success.

What about your associates
at SD-6?

You had frlends there.

I haven't seen them.
They're being debrlefed.

I'm sorry I haven't been
to see you in a while.

I understand.

I'm sure this has been
overwhelming for you.

I graduate today.

I know.

I would think
you'd be more relleved

with SD-6 and The Alliance gone.

I'm thinking of leaving the CIA,

which would mean...

giving up my clearance
to see you.

You're too forgiving, Sydney.

Don't pretend
I'm something I'm not.

I've never been
a real mother to you, and...

you don't owe me
a second chance.

If you make this decislon
about me, you're a fool.

In fact, if you decide to stay,

I won't agree
to see you anymore.

Take care of yourself.

Aaron! Aaron!
Aaron! Don't run.

I want to go back
to the jellyfish.

AIways make sure we can see you.

And hold on to your jacket.
Aaron...

Okay.

So, you're gonna stay here,
right?

Yes, mommy.

-You gonna stay here?
-Yeah.

-Okay?
-Yeah.

I'll be over there with Daddy.

Where are you?

Here. I'm here.

Neil, it's Aaron's birthday.
Your head's at the blackboard.

Honey...

I just...

I need two more months,
that's it.

I am this close.

I can't stand more
promises you don't keep.

I don't know how to do this.

There are other flelds.

Once the polytechnics
goes public with the deSlgn,

then I'll slow down.

I mean, I'll stop.

I promise.

Think about your father.

Aaron's growing up,
and you're misSlng it.

Where is he?

-Aaron!
-Aaron!

Aaron? Aaron?

Did you see a llttle boy?

He's 5 years old.

He's got a striped shirt on,
brown hair.

-His name's Aaron.
-I'm sorry.

-Aaron!
-Check the gift shop.

Aaron!

Mr. Caplan...

I belleve I can help you
locate your son...

and your wife.

Okay, serlously?

Oh, my God.

Francle, earrings, necklace?
What do I need?

Let's see.

You look beautiful.

I'm so proud of you.

Thank you.

[ Telephone rings ]

What's a four-letter word
for "ice-cream thickener"?

Hello?

Agar. A-g-a-r.

How'd you know that?

Phone's for you.

Hello?

SLOANE:
Congratulatlons, Sydney.

You have so many things
to celebrate today.

I myself am still coping
with disappointment of learning

that you and Jack
were double agents.

The two people I trusted
most in the world.

How many S's
are in "Massachusetts"?

Our first honest conversatlon,
and you have nothing to say?

Listen to me,
you son of a bitch.

You have been
a plague on my llfe.

You repulse me.

Every time I sat across from you
llstening to your Iles,

all I could do was fantaSlze
about slashing your throat!

Well...

I can't pretend to be surprised
that you feel that way.

My only hope is that
you can learn to forgive me.

As hurt as I am,
I know I can forgive you.

After all, Sydney,
I helped you.

What are you talking about?

You don't think
it was a coincidence

that I happened to be away
these Iast two weeks?

The intel that you acquired

that allowed the CIA
to take down The Alliance...

I provided that.

My involvement with The Alliance
is merely a means to an end.

Why are you telling me this?

Because knowing that I'm alive

is gonna tempt you
to come after me.

Don't.

We've helped set each other
free, Sydney.

And as much as I wish you well,

I will end your llfe
if you get in my way.

He called me at home to warn me.

No matter where he is,

I can be gotten to.

Unfortunately,
you're not the only one.

Neil Caplan.

He's a mathematician
working out of CalTech.

The bureau just confirmed

he and his family were kidnapped
from the Long Beach Aquarium.

Parking-lot surveillance
cameras recorded this.

Sark.

Doubtful he's acting alone.

I assume his partnership
with Sloane is alive and well.

What do they want
with a mathematician?

He specializes in a branch
called knot theory.

Knot as in "tle a knot"?

It's the study
of geometric objects

and how they fit together.

All Alliance facilitles
have been raided.

We haven't found
a Slngle Rambaldi artifact.

If Sloane was expecting
our raid,

he could've had everything moved
to a secure locatlon.

He must be uSlng Caplan

to help him assemble
a Rambaldi device.

So, what happens when Sloane
puts the pleces together?

Whether or not you belleve
Rambaldi was a prophet,

he did anticipate
technological advances.

Many of which seem
most applicable to warfare.

It's llkely
Sloane is building a weapon.

He planned for this.

He wanted The Alliance gone.

And this family
that he's taken hostage,

these aren't the only people
whose llves he'll destroy.

This is never gonna stop.

Your reSlgnatlon form.

Slgn it, and you're out.

Your glasses.

Mr. Caplan,
my name is Arvin Sloane.

Where's my family?

They're alive.

And if you cooperate,
you'll be reunited soon enough.

Where am I?

Years ago...

I was with the Army Corps
of Engineers.

They wanted me to study this.

That manuscript
is 500 years old.

Those sketches were drawn
by a man named Milo Rambaldi.

You will see
that Rambaldi prophesled

sclentific principles
centurles ahead of his time.

Prototypes of his deSlgns
have turned up

all over the world.

For the past 30 years,
I've been collecting them.

I don't understand
why you want me.

I'm nobody.

You're gonna help me
put them together,

because, you see, Mr. Caplan,

I know that you feel llke

you're only a hostage right now,

but I assume
you became a sclentist

to discover what secrets
the universe has to offer.

Belleve me,
when we're done here,

you'll be thanking me
for giving you the answers.

So why don't you go ahead
and take a look.

I wanted to be the one

to come in and tell you
officially

that you've been cleared.

The CIA has concluded
that you had no knowledge

of what was really
going on at SD-6.

They want to offer you
a place here.

Dixon, you have to know
that you were my anchor.

Your frlendship was the only
thing that kept me sane.

How long have you known?

Two years.

I wanted to tell you
so many times,

but I was ordered not to.

The CIA had no way to verify

what I knew in my heart
was true.

That you would never
consclously work

for a man llke Arvin Sloane.

We were partners.

You Iled to me...

then chose to tell me the truth
when it was convenlent for you.

I never...

want to see you again.

I'll need taps into all gov
networks. NSA, DOD, FBI, CIA.

I'll need a red phone
to the PreSldent.

-No.
-I just thought I'd ask.

I'll need a cryogen
ATR prototype rig.

Don't worry,
it won't be too loud.

Wow.

Marshall, I'm Michael Vaughn.
Welcome to the CIA.

Heard that one before.

This time, it's real.

-We have a desk for you.
-Oh, okay.

Oh, Syd.

-Marshall.
-Hey.

You okay?

Every few minutes, I have
to fight the urge to weep.

I'm not sure
where that's coming from,

but I think
that's healthy, right?

I know you need time to adjust,
but we could use your help.

We're trying to find Sloane,
but we can't access

any informatlon
from his computer.

He probably erased everything
from his hard drive,

and the deletlon program
I installed

exceeded DOD sanitizing
standards

'cause I thought I was working
for the government.

You know the story,
'cause you thought...

You actually were working
for the government.

But, I mean, that's okay.

I'll see what I can do.

[ Door closes ]

Hey, baby.

Got your message.

Sorry your buSlness trip
was delayed.

Where are the kids?

At the park with Mindy.

GIad the bank at least gave you
the rest of the day off.

Diane.

Hmm?

We need to talk.

What is it?

Is it your mother?

No.

I don't work at a bank.

I never have.

I was able to recover
a few fragments

from the RAM drive
on Sloane's database.

One of them was the most
recent doc he was working on.

It's a digital Rolodex.

Now, he checked one address
in particular.

Holden Gendler, Van Nuys.

Guy's a cybernetic specialist.

I'll go.

Okay, now, usually red-eye
is a photographic effect

caused by llght reflecting
in the pupil.

But in Holden Gendler's case,
it was caused by this.

It's an intra-ocular
retinal implant.

You care to elaborate?

Of course, Mr. Ken-- Director.

Director, uh, Kendall, right?

Um, it's one "L"?

Two.

It's two. Of course.

By the way, Slr, this place...
so much cooler than SD-6.

-How about the point?
-Of course. Sorry.

This guy Gendler,
he was blind in his left eye.

He used himself as a guinea pig
for wetware experiments,

interfacing technology
with the human brain.

This implant connects
with the optical nerve,

which sends impulses to
the vislon center in his brain.

What did Sloane want
with a wetware expert?

All Alliance members were
injected with a tracking device.

Sloane must have hired Gendler

to deactivate his
so he could disappear.

Right, but there's more.

This records everything it sees
on an internal memory.

The L.E.D. llght was
blinking because it was full,

so I was able to download
12 hours of footage.

There was no audlo, so I created
a llp-reading program.

Just whipped it up,
no extra charge.

And...

take a look at what I found.

This is the Iast thing
Gendler saw.

Mr. Sloane.

[ Electronic voice ]
It's Sloane.

I've chartered a C-123
out of Shipman

to transport the artifacts.

I'll be in touch.

"Shipman" could refer

to the airfleld
in the Mojave Desert.

It's operated by a transatlantic
smuggling cartel...

ex-military, dishonorably
discharged after the Gulf War.

They're well-armed,
highly organized,

and they do have
a C-123 in their fleet.

I can have a tactical team
there in three hours.

Once these guys understand
their legal optlons,

they'll be inclined
to tell us where Sloane went.

Interrogating the employees
could take days,

and Sloane doesn't let hostages
go when he's done with them.

I'm open to suggestlons.

If we could get
into the facility

and access
the flight data recorder

on the plane Sloane chartered,

we could track him directly
to his Iast destinatlon.

Spoken llke a true volunteer.

I'm hungry.

Where's my husband?

Your husband
is a gifted individual,

and we need his asSlstance
for a short while.

Should he choose to cooperate,
this will soon be a memory.

We'd llke for you
to tell your husband

that you support his cooperatlon

and that if he doesn't...

your son will be
the first to suffer.

-Oh, God.
-[ Aaron crying ]

I need these shipped
to Beijing by tomorrow.

You know what I find
most interesting, Mr. Ludlow?

Is that for an accomplished
arms merchant...

I've never heard your name.

[ Gun cocks ]

Now...

if you really are an expert,

you'll know what gun is pointed
at the back of your head

by the sound of the hammer.

An M191 1.

But if he were really
gonna shoot me,

he would've disengaged
the thumb safety.

I got a charter leaving
for ASla in half an hour.

If the money
and the delivery instructlons

are in that brlefcase,
as we discussed,

it's been a pleasure
doing buSlness with you.

Good call on the gun.
I would've said Beretta M9.

Figured I had a 50/50 chance.

Found the aft access panel.

Looking for
the flight data recorder.

Found it.

Attaching the disk imager.

Receiving uplink.

Uplink complete.
Get out of there.

I don't have a work order
on this aircraft.

Give me your I.D.
I'm calling this in.

I need confirmatlon on...

Vaughn, I've been made.

Meet me at the northwest hangar.

Get in!

Go!

Where did you stay Iast night?

At my Slster's.

The kids are there.

The time you were shot...

you told me
that you had been mugged.

If you had dled that day,
I would have burled a stranger.

Look, I don't know
if a Slngle word

you have ever said to me
was true.

My love for you is true.

My love for our children
is true.

As a husband...

as a father...

I couldn't honestly say
I was protecting our family

unless I was out there.

You were working for the people
that make the world dangerous.

I thought
I was serving our country.

This man...

Sloane...

I will never Ile to you again.

The CIA's offered me a job.

Marcus...

I did not choose
a llfe of wondering

whether my husband
was coming home every night.

You take that job...

you take it alone.

Will you help us?

You want me to help you,
you let my family go.

That is the only way!

No.

That is not the only way.

-[ Aaron crying ]
-MRS. CAPLAN: Help them.

Do whatever they want, please,

or they're gonna hurt Aaron.

You want me to help you...

put this thing together.

Are you telling me
that these pleces exist?

You're Sltting in a warehouse
full of them.

According to this...

each artifact is generating
its own unique magnetic fleld.

These flelds determine where
in the overall deSlgn

the pleces go.

The problem is,

there's no room for error
in the calculatlons.

The equipment you gave me
isn't senSltive enough

for me to measure the flelds
with perfect accuracy.

I need something I don't have.

The magnetometer
you're developing

for the Swiss polytechnic.

How do you know about that?

I know about a lot of things.

You're asking me
to do something I cannot do.

The magnetometer was deSlgned

to measure magnetic flelds
in space.

It would be senSltive enough
to do this kind of work,

but until it's cleared patent,

the polytechnics have got it
locked up in a vault.

The Amcorp Bank.

It's 2 miles from here.

We're in Switzerland?

By tomorrow,
you'll have what you need.

Just a few more days, Emily.

Well, I'm still waiting
for the owner to counter.

Yeah, of course it has a garden.

I'm looking out the window
at the garden right now.

Yes.

I miss you, too, my love.

What happens when your wife's
ready to move to her villa?

I purchased it Slx months ago.

I made contact
with our point man.

He's assembling a team
for the bank.

I must questlon your decislon
to lead them in yourself.

In spite of your precautlons,

it's risky given
your new level of notorlety.

I'm approaching the finish llne
of a 30-year odyssey.

I won't let anyone else
take the final steps for me.

This is the flight plan
we retrleved

from the plane's data recorders.

Sloane left Shipman for an
island off the coast of Bermuda.

We're sending in a team,
but it's doubtful he's there

because the plane
went on to Switzerland.

It's a start, but he could
be anywhere by now.

Unless we assume
Sloane went to Switzerland

for a reason,
that he isn't pasSlng through.

In that case, we can expect him
to hire local support.

Mercenarles.

I dealt with a guy
in Switzerland.

A headhunter we used to
put together a black ops team.

He controls
most of the local territory.

Sloane would use him
if he needed mercs.

If this guy knows you're CIA,
he could tip Sloane off.

He doesn't.

We hired him fronting
as a French crime syndicate.

Set up a meet.
You two are on a plane.

The bank's
facial-recognitlon cameras

will measure
my underlying bone structure.

The cameras target the distance
between your cheekbones.

The prosthetics I'll apply
are llned with a carbon powder.

The system's database
won't find a match.

Even an X-ray would be fooled.

Well, then, let's begin.

[ Scoffs ]

I'm not French Mafia.
I'm CIA.

We've tolerated your existence
because you've been helpful,

but that tolerance can end now.

We have reason to belleve
one of these men

recently approached you
to hire some of your contacts.

Warm or cold?

If you had told me the CIA

was Slmply interested
in my cllent llst,

I would have told you
to go make love

with your mother.

Aah!

Hands!

Aah!

-Tell me!
-You broke my nose!

Talk to me!

Okay, okay, they came.
They hired some men.

-For what?
-I don't know the details.

Tell me what you know!

The woman and the child.
I know where they are.

-Where?!
-In the other room.

Downstairs.

They're here.

[ Knock on door ]

C'est moi.

[ Gunshots ]

[ Both crying ]

It's okay.

We're CIA agents.
You're safe.

-It's okay.
-You're safe. Come on.

Oh, God!

Where's my husband?

We're looking for him.
We're doing everything we can.

What's your name?

Sydney.
Sydney Bristow.

Thank you, Sydney.

Shh.

One of the guys had a cellphone.

If either Sark or Sloane call,
we can trace him.

MAN:
We don't get how you detected

the tap we put on the SD-6
network Iast year.

Yes, that was a noble attempt,
gentlemen.

What happened was

it was interfering
with my Dungeon Master game.

My gnome kept skipping a frame
every time he swung his ax.

[ Telephone rings ]

Oh, my God.
My first phone call.

Excuse me.

This is Marshall.

Marshall, it's me.

I need you to run a trace

on every incoming call made to
the phone I'm talking to you on.

Sure, Syd.
No problem.

I need you to scroll to the
incoming-call menu on the phone

and then hit pound, pound,
then send.

Okay, hold on.

Okay, I'm getting 15 locatlons.

-Any of them in Zurich?
-Uh, two.

The first one was made
from a pay phone at the airport.

No good. Next.

Made from a cellphone.

I can triangulate
the locatlon if it's on.

I got it!
It's moving!

Where is it?

Looks llke the Amcorp Bank
on New Market Street.

I'll call you back.

We're going
to New Market Street.

-We're on Burgstrasse.
-The robbery is in progress.

-Are you copying my Slgnal?
-Send all available units.

I got you.
Make a right at the next llght.

Hold on.

Mr. Skopic, welcome.

I'm CIaude Sheurer,
PreSldent of Amcorp Bank.

Thank you for accommodating me
on such short notice.

Not at all.

$50 milllon in cash
is not the kind of thing

one llkes to leave under
one's pillow for very long.

This is our bank manager,
Peter Kunz.

Hello.

Pleasure.

He will take you to our vault
while I secure your depoSlt.

Good. Good.

PETER:
Can we offer you an espresso?

No, thank you very much.
You are most kind.

But due
to a senSltive stomach,

my phySlcian has prohibited
caffeine from my dlet.

Very well.

After you.

I've spliced into
the face-recognitlon database.

You've cleared their system.

I'll need 10 seconds.
Keep him talking longer.

Herr Kunz,
May I ask you something?

This American war on terrorism.

Has it affected your procedure
in any way at all?

Looping the feed now.

I assure you, our institutlon

is one of the most secure
in the world.

Box 4747.

Okay, take a left
into the alley.

I guess it's pointless to say
we should wait for backup.

Sydney, you're going too fast.

Sydney!

Who's in charge?

What can I do for you?

Lock down your vault.
You're being robbed.

I think you're mistaken.

It's looped.
That's him.

Sydney's in the lobby.

She's by the entrance.

Sloane!

Hold your fire!

Get down!

I warned you, Sydney.

I can't guarantee your safety
in a Sltuatlon llke this.

There is no way I'm letting
you out of here.

Ah.

You must be the man
that Sark told me about.

The man that Sydney
was willing to kill me for.

She would've killed you
for a lot less.

The police are on their way.
We have Caplan's family.

Give up!

We've rigged the lower level
with enough C-4

to level the entire city block.

So if we don't walk
out of here...

nobody does.

You're bluffing.

I'm not the only one
carrying a remote trigger.

The entire bank is monitored
via satellite

by an off-Slte team.

If they don't see me
walk out of here in...

30 seconds...

they'll detonate.

So I suggest that you both
lower your guns.

Lower your guns.

Toss them on the ground.

You, my dear...

...you'll be driving me
out of here.