All language subtitles for Alias - 2x16 - Firebomb (FoV)

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MAN: The prosthetics are Iined
with a carbon powder.

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

Well, then, let's begin.

You've cleared their system.

SYDNEY:
We're United States agents.

Lock down your vault.
You're being robbed.

Sloane!

SLOANE:
Hold your fire!

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

to level the entire city block.

So I suggest that you both
lower your guns.

You, my dear,

you'll be driving me
out of here.

[ Slrens wailing,
helicopter blades whirring ]

VAUGHN ON RADlo:
Stand down.

[ Speaking German ]

Let Bristow leave
with the suspect.

He's holding the detonator.
We have a clear shot.

No. One move and his operative
will detonate the exploSlve.

He's got the area
under surveillance.

That means let Sloane go.

Don't tail him until
we get this stuff defused.

[ Speaking German ]

There's a current
running through here.

If we clip the wires,
we'll break the circuit.

There's a fail-safe.

The only way
is to disrupt the electronics.

We need the water cannon.

The detonator operates
on a frequency.

Wouldn't it be faster to
find that and jam it?

But accesSlng the frequency
might trigger an exploSlon.

There's got to be
a way to block it.

Not unless you have some way

to encase a detonator
in concrete.

This is Agent Vaughn.
Get me the bank manager now.

I told you not to come after me.

I warned you that I will
kill you if you interfere.

If you knew what I have in here,
what my plans are...

This is bigger than SD-6,

than the CIA...

than you being deceived by me,
than me being betrayed by you.

If things were different...

The safe.
It's a Frledlin Model 42-C.

Okay, Frledlin.

Frledlin. Frledlin Number 9.

Frledlin.
Okay. Got it.

High-denSlty concrete
surrounded by heavy-gauge steel.

-Will it block the Slgnal?
-Depends on the detonator.

-How big's the antenna?
-Inch and a half.

Means it's transmitting at...

the speed of Iight
times one-fourth.

-Marshall!
-Three gigahertz.

You should have enough
so the Slgnal can't get through.

-Should have or have?
-Have.

Tell Kendall to start tracking
Sydney. She'll be in a Focus.

-You know what model?
-ZX5.

-What color?
-BIue. Why?

Just curlous.
Thinking about getting one.

Lower it, get some
big tires, rims.

Gold rims.
And...hello?

[ Beeping ]

Syd?

We shlelded the detonator.
The bomb cannot be triggered.

A team will intercept
your car in five minutes.

Change of plans.

E.T.A. -- five minutes.

The CIA has a hit Iist.

35 people worldwide its agents
are allowed to kill.

35 out of 6 billlon.

You're one of them.

Which means when I kill you,

I won't even be
breaking the Iaw.

You jump, you dle.

[ Gunfire ]

Officials with Amcorp are hiding
behind Swiss banking Iaws

to avoid telling us
what Sloane stole.

For the moment,
his trail's cold.

In other words,
we don't have a plan.

It's true, isn't it?
We've got nothing.

May I remind you that Sloane
was Iast in your custody?

I was in his custody.
He was holding hostages.

You had the optlon to take
him out. You chose not to.

I chose not to
incinerate 300 people.

You think I made
the wrong choice?

VAUGHN:
We should stick to what we know.

Sloane is holding Caplan for the
purpose of building a weapon.

Presumably what he took
from Amcorp is helping him.

We don't know,
because we lost Sloane.

Because he had something we
didn't. Satellite surveillance.

If we'd followed him,
we would have caught him.

Our satellites
were tasked elsewhere.

We didn't take advantage
of the Sltuatlon.

No. We prloritized.

What's the point
of strategizing --

-We're doing everything we can!
-We're not!

Not even close.

I need a progress report.

Caplan says he's a day away.

We took the magnetometer
from Amcorp

to expedite the constructlon
of the Rambaldi device.

My flight is the day
after tomorrow.

It needs to be
completed before then.

I belleve Caplan to be
a man of his word.

Mr. Caplan is asSlsting us

because he belleves we're
holding his family.

If what he's putting together
is as powerful as I belleve,

I don't want him near it
when it's operatlonal.

I'll conduct
the preliminary test myself.

You do that.

By tomorrow.

I love the Zamboni.

What, Zamboni's your
favorite part?

No, coming home with you
is my favorite part.

-Zamboni was a close second.
-[ Laughs ]

[ Cellular phone rings ]

Hello?

Hey. Kendall has something
he wants to show you.

-Can it wait?
-Apparently not.

He wants Sydney, too.

-I haven't seen her.
-In bed with her, aren't you?

I'm trying.
Find out what he wants.

Kendall?

[ Static ]

VAUGHN'S VOICE:
Zamboni's your favorite part?

Could you pay attentlon?
Can you hear me?

SYDNEY'S VOICE:
No, coming home with you

is my favorite part.

[ Smooches ]

Vaughn.

-Zamboni was a close second.
-[ Laughs ]

We'll be there soon.

JACK: Cleaning crew is on notice
to sweep the apartment.

How can the apartment be bugged?
I have countermeasures.

Will and I talk there.
He needs to be told.

We need to know who
you've spoken with,

what intelligence
might have been compromised.

You need to compile
a Iist of every frlend,

serviceman, delivery guy
who has been in the apartment.

Kendall's waiting.
I'll take this.

You bugged the apartment?

It's not Iike I broke in
and planted it myself.

I made it.

Here, if you take
a look right there,

I soldered into
the circuit board.

What is that?

It's a Superman logo.

Except this one's got an "M."
It's kind of my Slgnature.

When I used to work at SD-6,
I made it special for Sloane.

It operates uSlng a data adapter
which cloaks the Slgnal,

making it undetectable
by bug killers.

I know. I know.
I'm that good.

Uh, which is bad.

Vaughn said he heard it
repeat his conversatlon.

This is a burst transmitter.
It transmits to a receiver.

Can you find out where
the conversatlons

were being transmitted to?

Well, if the transmitter records

the phone number that it
sends the conversatlons to,

I guess that it's posSlble.

Then do it.

"Please" would be nice.

That's all right.
Never mind.

Caplan finished
early this morning.

The Rambaldi device is complete.

I ran the test.

I think you'll be pleased
with the results.

When we agreed to combine
our resources, Slr,

you promised you'd show me
incredible things.

But a neutron bomb deSlgned
in the 16th century?

Is that even
a theoretical posSlbility?

[ Speaking Pashtu ]

Forgive the mode
of transportatlon.

But a person in my poSltlon
cannot be too cautlous.

I understand.

Our mutual frlend,
Mr. Dreyfus,

he sends his respects.

Let me pay you the courtesy
of being blunt.

I don't do buSlness
with Americans.

I'm a man with no country
and few alliances.

All I have is a viSlon
of an enterprise

that will influence
an existing world order

that I belleve to be corrupt.

I'm looking for partners
who share that vlew.

I am but a humble shepherd.

Whose control of opium
along the Sllk Road

is worth hundreds
of milllons of dollars.

In this part of the world,

it's better to be practical
than viSlonary.

Why should I invest
in your enterprise?

Ah, that, my frlend,
is a long discusSlon.

First, my gift.

It once belonged
to Khushal Khan Khattak.

The great 1 7th-century
warrlor-poet.

He united our Iands
and is a hero to my people.

This is a treasure.

Tell me more about
what you have planned.

�� I'm on a high, on a high ��

Hey.

So, how's it going?

I'm good.

No, I mean about Will.

Is this gonna turn into a thing?

What's going on?

Have you slept with him?

-No, not yet.
-Will hasn't said a thing.

He can't even look at me
anymore, he's so freaked out.

�� So I run or I fight ��

�� And I crawl or I scream ��

�� And I bleed ��

You know, Sydney, you've been
acting sort of weird Iately.

Really?

And I thought you'd
been acting weird.

I thought maybe it was
because of Will.

You don't talk to me anymore.

�� I'm on a high ��

�� There's nothing more to it ��

I'm sorry, Francle.

I just get so caught up in work.

Don't forget. We used to be
really good frlends.

You can talk to me.

[ Telephone rings ]

Hello?

-Get in here now.
-Okay.

Who was that?

Someone from the bank.
There's a problem with a cllent.

I have to go in.

See you.

[ Water running ]

-SARK: Hello?
-They found the bugs.

How should I proceed?

They'll be looking
for our L.A. asset.

Give them someone.

I'll take care of it.

-Send a copy to Kendall.
-Vaughn, is it Sloane?

Did Marshall get a locatlon?

It's on an encrypted feed.
It was untraceable.

But we got a lead
on Sloane another way.

An asset outSlde Kandahar

reported someone matching
Sloane's descriptlon

in the company of men
loyal to Ahmad Kabir,

the warlord who played
footSle with the Taliban.

When they ran, so did he,

except we don't know
exactly where.

We belleve Kabir's
men took Sloane

somewhere in the Helmand Valley.

Last year,
Sloane asSlgned an agent

to infiltrate
Kabir's operatlon

and intercept informatlon

regarding a shipment
of Sovlet misSlles.

Sloane stole misSlles from
Kabir. Now they're meeting.

What am I misSlng?

Kabir has no idea who Sloane is.

The agent he asSlgned
got out undetected.

Who was the agent?

Marcus Dixon.

None of the records we acquired
from SD-6 detailed that misSlon.

Everything that Jack knows,
now you know.

The only person who can
help us is Dixon.

Who has made it clear
that he has no interest.

You're gonna have to
change his mind.

I want a full brlefing on Kabir.

I don't think you appreciate
Dixon's sense of betrayal.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but
yesterday you were standing here

complaining that
we're not doing enough.

If you do nothing
and we lose him,

you'll have only
yourself to blame.

DIANE:
Marcus doesn't want to see you.

And for what it's worth,
neither do I.

I know, Diane.
I do.

I wouldn't be here
if it wasn't important.

What good are your promises?

Right.

Hello, Sydney.

Hi.

I need some informatlon.

-I can't help you.
-Five minutes.

-All I need is a locatlon.
-He said no.

It can mean the end of Sloane.

Sloane's with Ahmad Kabir.

I need to know where
Kabir operates.

They need to be stopped.

Not by my husband,
they don't.

The agency might try to
compel you to tell.

If they do, I'll tell them
what I'm telling you.

We've made a deciSlon
as a family to move on.

-Do you own a suit?
-A suit?

Yeah. Uh, one.

-Put it on.
-Why? What's going on?

You've been doing
analySls a short time,

but your brlefs are good.

One of them on Ahmad Kabir.

The director wants
a presentatlon.

Wait, wait.

Like, in person?

-Talking points.
-I'm a writer.

-It's not a request.
-I don't talk.

It's part of your job.

Do you know Sammy's Red Hots?

Sure, yeah.
Santa Monica and 1 7th.

Be there in one hour.
Order the special. No pickles.

-I Iike pickles.
-You'll be led out.

A van will be waiting.

I'm gonna be talking
to the director.

-Is that a big deal?
-Yeah.

Oh, God.

It's from the 16th century.

It is a carving of an arhat.

A worthy one.

In Buddhist traditlon,

an arhat is the destroyer
of the enemy.

How is it you know so much?

I'm a collector.

This plece is very special.

You want a partner.

Someone to invest in

an incredibly ambitlous
global enterprise

which is at best
a risky propoSltlon.

What you offer
in exchange, to be my...

to be my arhat.

I need some assurance that you
can deliver on that promise.

Oh, naturally.

That's why I'm fully prepared
to give you a demonstratlon.

I leave it to you
to choose the target.

VAUGHN:
No suit, huh?

It's been a while Slnce
I trled it on. Or worked out.

Which makes me
overwhelmed and fat.

Professors Joyce and Fleming.

They flew in from
the Kennedy school.

I'll go tell the others
we're ready.

The Kennedy school?
Where is that?

Harvard.

That's right.

Our objective today is Slmple.

To identify persons who can
give us the exact locatlon

of Ahmad Kabir's
Helmand Valley operatlon.

Despite the
American-backed government,

the geopolitical reality
of Afghanistan

is that it's defined
by ethnic rivalrles.

The Slmplest way to find
a Pashtun Iike Kabir

is to first find an enemy
willing to sell him out.

Sharif Rabani is on record

as accuSlng Kabir's
Pashtun supporters

of engaging in ethnic cleanSlng.

I'm sure we'll get him
to lead us to him.

Then why hasn't he?

Yeah, they hate each other,
but they probably hate us more.

Slnce 9/1 1, haven't we paid
guys Iike this milllons

and gotten almost
nothing in return?

Are you prepared to make
an alternate recommendatlon?

Yes, actually, I am.

All I have are
these photographs.

Sydney.

This woman's name
is AIia Gizabi.

She's marrled
to an administrator

with the Vatican embassy
in Mexico City.

AIia Gizabi used to
be AIia Kabir.

She's Kabir's ex-wife.

Slnce the Taliban got booted,

a woman can have
her marriage annulled

if she was forced
into that marriage,

according to court records.

-You found court records?
-They're on the Net.

There's nothing geopolitically
correct about my analySls.

But I figure this woman would
pay us to mess with her ex.

She hates him so much
that she sent their son

into hiding with her relatives.

I'll get you that Web address.

You should check it out.

Okay, I'll alert our
statlon chlef in Mexico City.

Vaughn and Bristow,
you will leave in one hour.

We need to protect this woman.

No one can know
the CIA's contacted her.

You'll go under an alias.

SLOANE:
Kabir has chosen his target.

His ex-wife.

We're uSlng the device
on AIia Gizabi?

You'll be brlefed
en route to Mexico City.

You leave at once.

[ Beeping ]

[ Cellular phone rings, beeps ]

Gizabi's in
the administrative wing

adjacent to the church.

According to
Caplan's calculatlons

we need 20 milllon watts

to reach that sectlon
of the building.

20% of its capacity.

That should give us coverage
of the entire embassy.

But, Slr. If Caplan's off
by even a microtesla,

this could go very wrong.

Do it.

That's easy for you to say, Slr.
You're 8,000 miles away.

I'll wait to hear from you.

I'm approaching the steps.

Senora.

I'm in.

Gizabi works on the first floor.

Can I help you?

I'm not here to hurt you.

I work for
American intelligence.

I need some informatlon
about your ex-husband.

I know you're worrled about
retributlon for leaving him.

I've come in secret.
No one knows I'm here.

No one will know
you've talked with me.

I'm searching for a man.
A horrible, dangerous man.

He is with your ex-husband
at his reSldence.

I need to know
exactly where that is.

WEISS: Vaughn?
Can you hear me? Vaughn?

-What is it?
-We had an Echelon intercept.

Key words. "Terrorist."
"Weapons of mass destructlon."

You ready for this?
"Rambaldi."

-Did you get coordinates?
-Yeah. Yours.

We don't know when
it's happening.

Get out now.

I cannot help you.

VAUGHN:
We have to get out now.

There's gonna be an attack.

Car bomb, suicide bomb.
I don't know.

I'm alerting the embassy.
They're gonna evacuate.

There's a door at the end
of the corridor. Meet me there.

You have to come
for your own safety.

I told you.
I won't help.

-We picked up a hot spot.
-Where?

It's directly behind you.
It's huge.

What? What is it?

Some kind of a fire.

No, Iisten to me.

It's this inferno,
and it's right behind you.

There's nothing.

Is he seeing people,
buildings, what?

No, wait, wait.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

It disappeared.
It's gone.

Gone?

I don't know.
It disappeared.

Let's go back.

I'll tell you
where to find my husband.

WOMAN ON TV: 62 people are dead
in what officials are calling

the worst act of terrorism
in Mexico City in a decade.

Some people describe it
as an act of God.

Local officials are still
investigating the matter.

SARK: The victims were
incinerated beyond recognitlon.

Absent poSltive identificatlon,

a Iist of presumed dead
was published.

Your ex is on the Iist.

What is this?

A small token of appreciatlon.

No.

No, this is too much.

I cannot accept this.

I saw you admire it.
And deservedly so.

You have destroyed my enemy.

You are in every way my arhat.

I will have $40 milllon
wired tomorrow

to the account of your chooSlng.

KENDALL:
Surveillance places Sark

at the scene in Mexico City.

Subsequent to the attack,

intel tracked him
as far as Kabul.

We can assume Sloane dispatched
Sark to carry out his misSlon.

Now that it's complete,
Sark has returned to his master.

Thanks to Miss Gizabi,
we now know where that is.

The plan is for you to lead
a unit into the Helmand.

You'll parachute into
the compound, steal the weapon,

and Slgnal for backup.

You know how people
are describing it.

They're calling it
a Doomsday Device.

Saying it's the first Slgn
of the coming Armageddon.

Like the Devil himself rose up
to attack that church.

Um, excuse me, if I may offer
a sclentific explanatlon,

I think it might help
the, uh... [ Clears throat ]

Hi, everybody, it's good to...
That's a nice...

Okay.

Right.

What we're dealing with
is a high-energy pulse weapon.

Thanks to an intercept,

we were able to retask
a KH-12 satellite over the area.

This was what we found.

Okay, the blue dots.

Those are the people
in the church before.

This is what the infrared
picked up after.

The body temperature
of everyone

increased by over 2,000 degrees.

They Iiterally melted
from the inSlde out.

Nothing else
in the church was affected.

That's because it works
Iike a microwave.

It excites water
and fat molecules,

which don't exist
in inorganic materials.

It converts them
into atomic motlon, or heat.

You said everyone was affected.
Even people taking cover?

There's no defense.

It goes through concrete,
steel, everything.

-There's no shleld?
-No.

Sorry.

Oh, I should, uh,
probably also tell you

that, um, this energy
knocks out computer circuitry,

which means it could
take down planes.

What concerns me is that
Sloane knows this is

a provocatlon that
demands a swift response.

Yet he exercised it on the
ex-wife of a petty warlord. Why?

I got the inventory
from the cleaners.

They found audlo and video
transmitters.

Video?

Yeah, in the TV in your bedroom.

We're investigating
everyone you've Iisted.

So far they're all clean.

-[ Cellular phone rings ]
-FRANCle: Hello?

-SYDNEY: Hey, it's me.
-Hey.

I know we had plans for tonight,
but I have to work.

What you have to do
is quit that job of yours.

-Fran, I'm sorry.
-It's okay.

The truth is, I wasn't gonna
be able to make it anyway.

-You don't want to kill me?
-Of course not.

Can we talk about this Iater?
I'm in the middle of something.

Yeah. I'll call you Iater.

Bye.

You remember "Predator," when
Schwarzenegger was being chased

by that crab who could
only see in thermal?

-No.
-You never saw that?

It was a great movle.

It was one of his better movles,
because "Twins"...

Anyway, Kabir's security
cameras work the same way.

They read heat.
Which is kind of a problem

'cause, well,
you're incredibly hot.

See?

Now, the solutlon I have devised

is you parachute onto the roof,
rip off your tactical gear,

then you slip on this baby.

It's part of a cold suit.

It will bring your body
back down to room temperature.

-Put these bables on.
-As long as I'm covered...

the security cameras
can't see me.

You'll be the
InviSlble Woman. See?

I'm in the eastern stairs.

Go right at the bottom.

Kabir keeps weapons
and ammunitlons

in a room at the end
of the hall.

There's no door.

-What?
-Work's been done.

Maybe this place
was bombed in the war

and had to be reconfigured.

Meaning intel's worthless.

There has to be another way in.

I've been made.

Sydney's been compromised.

Order the tac unit in after her.

Did she defuse the weapon?

If he's got the weapon,
he'll use it.

-Issue the order.
-There's no defense against it.

Tac unit wouldn't
stand a chance.

We can't leave her.

Unless we can find another
way in, that's all we can do.

I don't think
we've been introduced.

My name's Michael Vaughn.
I work with Sydney.

I'm out.

Sydney's in trouble.

Respect my deciSlon.

I can't.

Not when your deciSlon
may cost Sydney her Iife.

You wouldn't tell Sydney
how you infiltrated Kabir's,

so she found an alternate way in

uSlng what turned out
to be faulty intel.

She was captured.

Unless we find
another access point,

no one will be sent in
to get her out.

-It's not that Slmple.
-It is.

You will help save
Sydney's Iife or you won't.

Please leave.

I can't do that.

Not until I get your answer.

KABIR:
Admit you are CIA.

Submit to a videotape
acknowledging you are here

in vlolatlon
of internatlonal Iaw.

Condemn the Great Satan,

and maybe I will
spare your Iife.

SLOANE: Sydney, tell him
what he wants to hear...

...or this will not end well.

You know, in many ways...

...I will always conSlder you
my proudest accomplishment.

Please, Sydney.

Unfortunately, I can't
do anything about this.

Bye, Sydney.

Have you reconSldered?

Admitting you are CIA?

Perhaps you need
a Iittle incentive.

Enough.

My houseguests have left.

It would seem there's
nothing more to discuss.

The cartilage that lets
the kneecap slide around

does not regenerate,

which you should know
in advance of this.

[ Gunshot ]

You okay?

I don't understand.

How did you find a way in?

Let's go.

Let's go.
We got the device.

-Sloane?
-No.

DIXON:
This way.

Good work.

I was Iucky.

You got the weapon.

You've saved countless Iives.

Yeah.

I didn't get Sloane.

Or figure out what the hell
he's doing with Kabir.

We found these on the plumber
you gave us. He was murdered.

He's either responSlble for
the bugs or he was set up.

At the moment, it's a dead end.

I'm glad you're home.

�� Take your eyes off me ��

�� There's nothing here to see ��

�� Trying to keep
my head together ��

�� As we make our vow ��

-Hi.
-Hi.

�� Let us remember how ��

�� There's nothing good
that lasts forever ��

I know I say this to you a lot.

Thank you.

I can't judge you for not
telling me about SD-6.

If I had been in your poSltlon,

I can't say I wouldn't
have done the same.

�� Time out
on the running boards ��

�� We're running through a world
that lost its meaning ��

What's going on with Diane?

I don't know.

�� Feel the touch of grlef ��

�� You stand in disbellef ��

�� Can steal the Earth
from right beneath you ��

�� And falling in so far ��

�� They know
just where you are ��

�� Yeah, but there ain't
no way to reach you ��

Kings are in town
on Friday night.

You could watch the Zamboni.

�� Trying to find
a way to love ��

�� This running
ain't no kind of freedom ��

What we saw.

At the church.

Every time we think
we've seen the worst...

SARK:
You talk of power and control.

But when we create
a powerful weapon,

you leave it in the hands
of a complete stranger.

Tell me, how was what
happened good for us?

Hand me the top page
of the manuscript.