All language subtitles for Alias - 2-04 - Dead Drop

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 want help to persuade Sydney
not to interact with her mother.

Why?

Irina Derevko
is an opportunistic sociopath

who will use whatever inroads
she can make with my daughter

to get what she wants.

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.

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.

DIXON:
Watch your step.

If you fall through the ice,

it'll freeze over
in four seconds.

[Beeping]

Cooper! Reading four!

Four tango! They're heading
for the entrance!

Novak!
They're under the ice!

Sydney, do you copy?!

I read you.
What's wrong?

Get out of there!
Sark's here!

Aah!

[Panting]

Sydney.

Hi.

The music box that you
were sent to retrieve.

Mr. Sark got away with it.

Yes.

But after 500 years
buried in the Siberian ice,

the music box was corroded.

It practically fell apart
in my hands.

That's odd.

What's that?

Milo Rambaldi.

He's done this before.
Many times.

Hiding information
inside works of art.

The clock, sculpture.

Hmm?

This time, he chose to bury one
of his important innovations,

the formula
for zero-point energy,

inside a music box.

You're talking about an inventor
who lived 500 years ago.

Anything regarding Milo Rambaldi
seems odd to me.

Well, what's unusual isn't how
he hid the information, Sydney.

It's where.

Why would Milo Rambaldi
go to the unimaginable length

of having catacombs
built in Siberia...

...only to leave his music box
exposed to corrosive elements?

[Spraying]

[Cracking]

Another Rambaldi mystery.

So, do you think
Sloane suspects you?

That I used the inhaler
to corrode the music box?

I don't think so.

Sloane made sure I knew
how relieved he was

that I made it back safely.

I went home, took a shower,
and came here.

Good.

By the way, you should know
Siberia was a complete success.

When you activated
the music box, we recorded it.

It's at Langley for analysis.

So we got the intel
and Sloane didn't.

Neither did Sark.

What?

The information my mother
gave us helped us again.

That's all.

You can talk
to me about your mother.

Doing that is harder
for you than you make it seem.

It's my job.

- Vaughn, she killed your father.
- Yes, thank you.

- You don't have to pretend.
- You don't have to withhold.

It's unfair.

I certainly didn't join the CIA
looking for fairness.

After everything
she's done to you,

are those things
you could ever forgive?

I don't know.

Your father
doesn't share that ambiguity.

He's meeting with Assistant
Director Kendall now,

and he is lobbying to have
your mother taken away.

As long as she's helping us
in the war against SD-6

and The Alliance, she stays.

Did you even read my report?

Yes, of course.

Well, why are you
disregarding what I wrote?

Great job in Siberia,
Agent Bristow.

Excuse me.

I agree with what you wrote,
that on more than one occasion,

your mother has provided
crucial intelligence to the CIA

to the detriment of SD-6.

It would appear that her actions
have kept you out of harm's way.

- That's a fact.
- There's another fact.

Nothing that woman says or does
can be taken at face value.

Her motivations
are strictly her own.

Now that your dealings
with your mother

have taken on
an emotional component...

I'm concerned.

Well, don't be.

I'm more professional than that.

Every one of our discussions
has been mission-related.

You told her
about your school play.

You heard me tell her
I was a turkey?

Yes.

You were watching me.

Dad, I have enough spying
in my life.

What I've been watching is you

making the same mistakes
with that woman that I did.

She's someone you've idealized
for almost 20 years.

You didn't learn about
her history until recently.

What does that matter?

That you've wanted a mother...

your mother...

all your life.

And now here she is.

Dad...

You don't have to worry
about me.

I'm not that naive.

I'm sure that's something
we both hope is true.

[Knock on door]

[Beeping, door unlocks]

- You wanted to see me?
- Yeah.

Several nights ago,

I received a phone call
at my home.

There was no one
at the other end.

Just some high-pitched static.

But something about the call
left me unsettled.

Did Security Section
run a trace?

Yeah.

The call originated
in Sonoma, California.

The Barranca
Bed & Breakfast Inn.

Emily and I
spent some time there.

It was...

It was our favorite getaway.

Simple.
It was a wrong number.

I'm not so sure.

I don't understand
what you're suggesting.

I'm suggesting that someone may
be trying to leave me unsettled.

I would like you to send
someone to Sonoma, Jack.

I need to know
who made that call.

Sure. I'll get
Security Section.

Jack, I don't want this to get
back to The Alliance.

They can't know
that I'm taking measures.

- I understand.
- Good.

I'll send Dixon.

Jack, there's something else.

After Sark recovered
Rambaldi's music box,

we tracked him to a safe house
in the Falkland Islands.

Sent in a team.

And did we retrieve it?

Yes.

It was destroyed with age,
as Sydney said.

Worthless.

But we found something else.

[Giggling]

He was not 80 years old.

At least.

- Syd, I'm serious.
- [Telephone rings]

I expect a delivery guy
to be totally buffed out.

He sounded hot on the phone.

Was he a cute 80?

Shut up.

There's a woman on the phone
from the Health Department.

I'm getting graded today.

How's it going?

Okay.

How's your mom?

[Sighs deeply]
Oh...

How are you?

I got four weeks of community
service, and then I'm done.

Hey, you remember last week

when I cooperated
and let the CIA hypnotize me?

Yeah.

What happened with that?

Was I helpful at all?

I'm only asking because
about five minutes ago,

I was doing well as a reporter,

and now I'm just a dishwasher
living in denial.

That's all.

The information
you provided was huge.

Huge?

Really?

Because of you,
the CIA scored a real victory.

I should have told you before.
I'm sorry.

No. Don't worry about it.
That's so good to know.

[Pager beeping]

Good guys or bad guys?

Neither. My father.

SYDNEY:
Everything okay?

I talked with Sloane.
He sent a team after Sark.

- He wanted the music box.
- I told him it was ruined.

But he wanted it anyway.

He tracked down Sark
to a location in the Falklands.

Sark fought back.
He got away.

They did, however,
find a man at that location

who was being held, tortured.

His name is Claus Richter.

Three weeks ago,
Richter was in Barcelona.

- When I was there.
- Along with your mother.

The operations manual
of the organization

your mother used to run,
the bible.

Anyone who gets
their hands on that book

will gain access to all
the contacts, technology,

and weaponry they amassed.

Sloane believes your mother
gave the manual to Richter.

That he was the man
who hid the book.

- Do you think that's true?
- It is.

They brought Richter
into an SD-6 holding cell,

and I interrogated him.

Before being brought into SD-6,

Richter was screened
for every possible infection.

Ebola, HIV, retroviruses.

They didn't find a thing,
yet this man was clearly dying.

Medtech believes
he may have been suffering

from an allergic reaction
to something Sark used on him.

Apparently,
the first sign was bleeding

from the fingernails.

Sloane wanted me to torture him,

but that man
was tortured as it was.

So I gave him morphine.

Irina Derevko gave you
the operations manual

for her syndicate.

I would like you to tell me
where you've hidden it.

Derevko is a great woman.

Morphine's not bad, either.

Let me be clear.

I've given you enough
to last five minutes.

Cooperate, and get all you want.

Resist, and you get none.

Where did you hide that manual?

The location
was too remote to describe.

It turns out Richter
had designed a map

to lead your mother back
to the book's location.

Where's the map?

Inside a first edition
of "War and Peace"

at the technical services
library

at FAPSI headquarters in Moscow.

FAPSI headquarters.

Sloane is preparing
to send you to Moscow

to retrieve Richter's map.

I've had the CIA
fabricate a bogus map.

Go to Moscow, retrieve the real
one, which you'll return to CIA.

Give SD-6 this map,
which will lead them

to the middle
of the Sunken Forest.

Why have you come to me
before my SD-6 briefing,

giving me the countermission
instead of Vaughn?

This is the best way to respond
to your responsibility.

You don't want me
to take this to Mom.

There's no benefit
in seeing her.

- You have all you need.
- We don't know that.

We've been doing this enough
to know our system works.

Our system was stagnant
until Mom turned herself in.

We've covered this.

We have both been betrayed
by this woman.

The difference is
I am willing to squeeze her

for everything she's got
to take down the enemy,

anything to get me out of
this life as soon as possible.

Anything.

I'm Will, and I'm an addict.

TOGETHER:
Hi, Will.

I never thought about
my reputation until I lost it.

It all happened very publicly.

People actually look at me
at the market and stuff.

"Oh, hey, there's the drug
addict from the newspaper."

Actually, there has been one
happy by-product from all this.

I have a good friend
who, it turns out, I...

I didn't know at all before.

And now she and I can talk

in a way
that we never did before.

And, uh...

And I don't think I would
trade that for anything.

The same thing happened to me.

What?

I learned
who my true friends were

when everyone found out
about my habit.

Uh, Rebecca Martinez.

Hi. I'm Will Tippin.

I know who you are.
I read your articles.

The reporter
with the big imagination

who fell in love with
the heroin-chic lifestyle.

Yeah, yeah, that's me.

My theory?

I don't think you ever
really were a drug addict.

Why would you say that?

I believe what you wrote
about SD-6 was true.

You got too close to some kind
of secret conspiracy,

and they had to shut you down.

They probably came after you,
told you not to talk.

They couldn't kill you.
That would expose them.

So they threatened you, and to
ruin your rep, they shot you up.

No.

I made up all that stuff
about SD-6.

That was me.
That was me being an idiot.

What?

Uh, no, sorry, I'm...

I'm sort of
a conspiracy theorist.

I have a web page.
Conspiracychick. Com.

I want to prove your story
about SD-6 was real.

[Buzzer]

Claus Richter
is in SD-6 custody.

I'm aware that
you refuse to give the CIA

details about
this operations manual

you had Richter hide away.

And I understand why.

The knowledge contained
in that manual

is your only leverage.

But now,
having spoken with Richter,

SD-6 is after it.

Richter was found
in the custody of Mr. Sark.

We don't know what Sark knows.

He might already have
the map in his possession.

I'm here because SD-6
is sending me to Moscow.

I'm going to retrieve the map
at FAPSI headquarters.

If you want to help
the CIA, as you claim to,

you'll give us
any information you have

that will facilitate
the recovery of Richter's map.

When I turned myself over
to CIA,

a pair of earrings
were taken from me.

They have sentimental value.
I'd like them back.

I'll see what I can do.

And in good faith,

tell me how you plan on
breaking into the library.

JACK:
She went to see her mother.

I tried.
I tried to stop her.

I made it clear.

Made what clear?

Trusting her mother,
she's playing with fire.

We've had this discussion.

There is no one else
to do this job.

Sydney went to see her mother.

Yes, she's there now,
looking for help.

The east-wing stairwell
is an option.

I can see why SD-6 chose that,
but there is a better way

to get
to the sixth-floor library.

Write this down.

Once you're inside,
don't take the main stairs.

Look to your left...

JACK: No one wants
a happy ending more than I do,

but I know this woman.

I know her charms.

I know her tricks.

The way she presents herself,
she disarms you.

Some people have that talent.

Compared to all of them,

Irina Derevko is extraordinary.

Is there any chance that
all she wants is forgiveness?

No.

Be specific about your concerns.

I don't know what it is
Derevko wants.

Maybe something within the CIA.

Maybe to recruit Sydney
to her side.

I can tell you I know this.

Derevko is using
this agency and my daughter

to get whatever it is
that she wants.

Everywhere I look, people are
complacent and cooperative,

listening to the...

Listening to a woman

who killed operatives
of the CIA,

who destroyed countless lives.

Yours?

We'll take your suggestions
into consideration.

Be careful.

[Buzzer, doors open]

JACK: You asked me
what I was afraid of.

I can tell you.
It's obvious.

I'm afraid of losing
my daughter.

Hey.

So, I heard your father
came to see you

and he tried to preempt
my involvement.

He was just trying to keep me
away from my mother.

I know.

She had some intel for
this mission that could help.

Good.

Listen, as far
as your mother's concerned,

it's ridiculous
for you to worry about me.

I'm fine.

What she did to my father,
I can handle.

But when I heard
what your father did,

coming to see you
like that, I...

I realized how insane
this must be for him,

having your mother
back in his life.

Which only concerned me
because that means

he's not making it
any easier for you.

So, before you leave
for Moscow...

I just wanted to say

that you might feel
alone in all this,

like you don't have an ally.

I'm your ally.

Never question that.

Miss Bristow,
your plane's standing by.

I'll see you when I get back.

[Beeping]

[Alarm beeps]

[Speaks Russian]

[Alarm beeps]

[Chirps]

[Chirping]

[Alarm beeps]

Okay, these medals you won.

You didn't really win them,
and they're not medals.

This one
is the Order of Bravery, right?

Not a medal.
Right? No.

It's an electronic skeleton key.

It'll get you access
to the sixth floor.

This one.
The Order of Zukov, first class.

This will get you
into the technical library.

This one is the Order of Merit.

- It'll get you into the A.S.R.S.
- What's the A.S.R.S.?

The books are in a secure area
underneath the building.

To get them, you need to get to
the selection terminal.

You'll type in the name
of the book.

There's gonna be
this automatic crane thing

that retrieves the book

and then deposits it
over on the sixth floor, okay?

Make sure you don't remove
the medal

until after you've logged off,

or you'll probably set off
the alarm.

Ow!

Actually, it felt kind of good.

[Beeping]

[Rapid beeping]

[Gun cocks]

[Sighs]

Whatever Arvin Sloane pays you,
it can't be enough.

Would you work for me

if it meant
I'd let you walk out of here?

I believe if you took the time
to hear a offer,

you might actually say yes.

You're cute, but I'll pass.

[Men shouting in Russian]

[Gun cocks]

[Cellular phone rings]

- Go ahead.
- It's me.

I am trapped in the building.
I need a way out.

My mother said something
about secret passages.

Get her on the phone.

Sydney's trapped in the FAPSI
Building. She needs a way out.

Where is she exactly?

Where are you exactly?

- An office on the seventh floor.
- An office on the seventh floor.

- Whose office?
- Whose office?

- General Vitali Simonov.
- General Vitali Simonov.

Ask if there's an abstract
painting behind the desk.

Is there an abstract painting
behind the desk?

Yes, yes, yes.

Behind it, there's an activation
switch for a private door.

[Shouting in Russian]

- What time does this place open?
- Not for another hour.

I'm out, and I've got the map.

Copy, Freelancer.

See you at home.

How do you say "thank you"

to the woman
who killed your father?

You don't.

[Buzzer, doors rattle]

VAUGHN:
Sark asked you to work with him?

Like it wasn't even a question.
Like it was a done deal.

Sark is like the good-looking
guy in school

who knows how cute he is and
won't take "no" for an answer.

Any suspicious reactions
to the map you gave SD-6?

No.
They're analyzing it now.

Good. We have a CIA tech
trying to decode the real map.

They're having trouble.

You think Richter used a cipher
text only they could read?

Maybe.

Your mother might be able
to help us with this.

If you're asking me
to go see her again,

she did have a request.

They've been checked
for hidden compartments,

transmitters, passive sensors.

Every sharp edge
has been dulled.

I was 21 years old
when I was given these.

At the graduation from
the academy, my mother...

your grandmother...

...put these in my hands.

I cried.

She said, "Sweetheart,
wear them well."

You would have liked her...

had things...

...been different.

We need you to decode the map.

I have a request.

Sure.

Mr. Sloane is concerned
about a phone call

he received at home
Thursday night.

The call was traced to
the Barranca Bed & Breakfast

in Sonoma, California.

He's asked me to send
someone to Sonoma,

find out who was staying there,
who might have made the call.

Whatever information
you can get.

Sounds easy enough.

No one's to know about this.

Understood.

Madagascar close to Sambaba.

Latitude.
Minus 1 4 degrees, 26 minutes.

Longitude.

49 degrees, 57 minutes,
and 20 seconds.

She says the building is clean.

There are no explosives
or anti-intrusion systems.

We can't trust
this information.

Dad, come on.
If she'd wanted me dead,

she could have left me
at FAPSI headquarters.

The only leverage she has is the
information about her agency.

As soon as we get that manual,
she's got nothing.

Unless she wants
to prove herself.

That's the kind of thinking
that will get you killed.

- I'm going in.
- No, you're not.

Irina Derevko
has proved her value.

Do not talk to me
about that woman's value!

Of all people,
you should know better.

We're sending you to Madagascar
to retrieve the bible.

You, too.
Prepare to leave tonight.

I want you to deal with
Sydney's cover at SD-6.

Let's move it.

[Thunder rumbling]

A team will be in Madagascar
in 12 hours.

I'll need you to have
everything in place by then.

On that timeframe,
I have to parachute in.

Jack, I owe you.

But why 30 pounds of Semtex?

I could do the same job
with 5 pounds of C-4.

I need you to make sure that
if anyone enters that building,

no one will survive.

God grant us the serenity

to accept the things
we cannot change,

courage to change
the things we can,

and wisdom
to know the difference.

Don't forget, next meeting,
Patty's bringing the doughnuts.

Hey. I had a thought.

You and I
could do this together.

Do what together?

Tell me what to do.
Who to contact, what to write.

I can publish it on my web page.
Totally anonymous.

- Rebecca...
- And we could hang out.

Which could be kind of nice.

Do you like frozen yogurt?

I already told you that
the whole thing about SD-6,

it was all fictional.

Will, come on.

Why would anyone, especially
you, make up a story like that?

[Door closes]

Okay, just tell me this.

Did they do this to you?

A friend of mine.
Her fianc� was killed.

The police thought it was
a random shooting,

that some guy had broken
into his apartment.

And I was worried about her.

I decided to play hero.

I was gonna find out
who killed him.

And after that, I was gonna...

I don't know, maybe, uh...

Maybe our relationship
would be different.

But the more
that I looked into it,

the less I found.

Then I had to make it up,

because it was more important
not to let her down

than it was for me
to just be honest with her.

So, you want to look
into SD-6...

hey, good luck.

Will Tippin
shouldn't be a problem.

I gave him a number
of opportunities,

all recorded on audio files,

to restart
his SD-6 investigation.

Tippin never took the bait.

Security Section's seen that?

Yes. And they're classifying
Tippin as a non-threat.

Good.

Did you talk to the desk clerk?

Yes, I did, sir.

The Barranca Inn has no way
of linking a back trace

from an outside line
to an individual room.

We don't know which room it was
that called your home,

but we do know who was staying
at the inn that night.

Is that your wife's signature?

[Guns cocking]

Freelancer has reached
the target and is heading

toward position.

We have you on-screen,
Freelancer.

[Beeping]

There's the house.

Freelancer's going in.

We're at the door.

Can you switch from real-time
radar scan to infrared?

Switching to infrared.

Sydney, hold your entry.

What is it, Dad?

The building is wired
to explode.

See how these don't give off

the same amount of heat
as the surrounding structure?

- They're not made of wood.
- What are they made of?

Sydney, look under the house.
Is there a crawl space?

[Beeping]

She lied to me.

Sydney, come on.

We're pulling back.

If she was counting on my trust,
that I would walk in there

and set off the explosives,

then why did she help us
get this far?

There are enough explosives

to blow this place,
operation manual included.

Your mother was using us
to destroy it for her.

Secure the perimeter until...

[Gun cocks]

[Gasps]

Your reconnaissance work

saved us the trouble
of using our GPS.

Thank you.

Go inside and recover
the operations manual.

You escaped tactical directorate
after lockdown.

Clearly you had no trouble
decoding the map.

I'm surprised Richter was so
willing to reveal his secrets.

If I didn't know better, I'd
guess you had another source.

[Explosives charging]

Sydney! Sydney!

Where's Sark?

They're gone.

JACK:
Sydney, are you okay?

We're okay, Dad.

We're coming home.

This is Kendall.

I want Irina Derevko
removed from this facility.

Transferred to Camp Harris
for unrestricted interrogation.

She'll be gone within the hour.

You were right about her, Jack.

You were right.

If I build a wall

A hundred feet tall

- [Buzzer]
- Would that keep you in?

If I shackled your feet

So you couldn't leave

Would you try and run?

If I promise
not to fight...

I thought there
might have been a chance

to believe...

To believe that she had
no hidden agenda.

Everything you said was right.

And I was so stupid.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I'm sorry that I doubted you.

I'm sorry, Dad.