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My name is Sydney Bristow.

Seven years ago,
I was recruited

by a secret branch of the CIA
called SD-6.

I was sworn to secrecy,

but I couldn't keep it
from my fianc�,

and when the head of SD-6
found out,

he had him killed.

That's when I learned
the truth.

SD-6 is not part of the CIA.

I'd been working
for the very people

I thought
I was fighting against.

So I went to the only place

that could help me
take them down.

Now I'm a double agent
for the CIA,

where my handler
is a man named Michael Vaughn.

Only one other person knows
the truth about what I do.

Another double agent
inside SD-6.

Someone I hardly know.

My father.

I don't want this job anymore.

I want out.

You're helping bring
an end to SD-6.

- Not anymore.
- Sydney.

You like hockey?
The Kings?

Yeah, how'd you...

They're playing
the Islanders next week.

We should go.

Sydney, you can't do this.

- This is suicide.
- I don't think it is.

What exactly
is your exit strategy here?

Cole.

Emergency lockdown procedures.

The elevator
is returning to SD-6.

The doors
will automatically open.

What do you want?

There's a certain little
somethin'- somethin'

you got in the SD-6 vault.

Sloane must have activated
the emergency failsafe.

There are 500 pounds of C-4
strategically placed

within the substructure
of this building.

Opening the vault
will trigger that C-4.

You want to scramble
the vault codes.

Dad, what are you doing here?

Just stay there.

No, Dad, don't.

Hold your fire!
I'm coming through!

I'm coming out!

You okay?

Except for my head injury, yeah.

Mr. Cool Customer here

was caught crawling
around the vents.

Sit his butt down.

How long is it gonna
take to open the vault?

The sooner I get started,
the sooner I'll know.

I need, like,
awesome good news, baby.

I know.

Endo, Tchen...

I'll be
in the conversation room.

Follow this map
to the three locations

where the C-4 explosives
are set.

You must deactivate
all three C-4 packages

before the vault door opens.

Good luck.

I think I can get to the PDA
and E-mail Langley.

That's not an option.

I understand the need for
plausible deniability here.

The CIA cannot acknowledge
its affiliation with SD-6.

But they can't afford
to let these people get

whatever it is they're here for.

Do nothing.

The man running this group

claims to be
a former SD-6 freelancer.

Says Sloane left him
for dead in Chechnya.

He's interrogating Sloane now,
maybe killing him.

And we're next.

Sydney's in the ducts.

What?

Failsafe's been activated.

If the vault's opened,
it'll detonate C-4 charges

hidden throughout
the building's sublevel.

Sydney has a chance
to disarm them,

but only if there are
no surprises.

All the more reason
we need to call Langley.

Jack, under normal conditions,
you can pull rank.

These are not normal conditions.

Each set of C-4 charges

are located
behind the steel plate

at the end of the corridor
as marked on the map.

2 numbers down, 10 to go.

Copy that, baby.

You know,
as bad as you feel right now

with all that pain,

that is just the puddin'
next to the pie.

So easy for you
to blame me?

When you know the truth.

You got your own men killed.

That helicopter waited for you.

I had a man down.

I was saving Whitney's life.
You knew that.

At the expense
of all the other men.

Those men counted on you
to lead them to safety.

They trusted their life to you.

And you led them to slaughter.

Go check it out.

No, no, no.

Three of the security
monitors just lost picture.

Then check it out.

Yes, sir.

Okay, you ready for this?

Langley's general
P.O.P. Server just received

an incoming E-mail from SD-6.

From who? Jack?

No, not Jack. Dixon.

Why is Dixon sending me E-mail?
He doesn't know me.

He's calling the CIA for help.

They forwarded
this message to you.

"I am Marcus Dixon.
Agent of SD-6.

We are under attack.
Help us. "

What do you think's going on?

Vaughn, hey.

No, not now.

- Sir, we have a situation.
- Mr. Vaughn.

I really think
you should look at this.

You've had a bad day.

You better hope
this doesn't make it worse.

I know I've been suspended
as Sydney Bristow's handler,

but this message
was routed to me.

Sir, if you don't mind, may
I see the communication, please?

It is my province, and Vaughn
is off the Bristow case.

Do we have
any independent confirmation?

Like a dead body? No.

It's a fair question.

No, sir.

Any local authorities reporting?
Fire, police?

No.

Any irregularities at all?

Other than a desperate message

from an agent
begging for our help?

You want to send in
an extraction team.

We have to do something.

Like we had to do something
in Dinatti Park?

- I think this is Sloane.
- What?

He's bluffing. He's trying
to compromise our operation.

By sending CIA into SD-6?
Are you nuts?

Sloane is bold like that,
and you're reactive.

Sir, why is he
even in this office?

We wait for now.

- But, sir...
- We wait.

Is that understood?

Go back to Devlin's office
and convince him on your own.

You can't go by yourself.

I have a friend who's a cop.
He went to the lobby.

The guard told him
the bank closed early.

- Maybe it did.
- I would have known.

What if there has been
a takeover?

If I'm not back in a couple
hours, I'm probably dead.

Good to know.

That's five.

Copy that, baby.

Well...

It's almost over.

I'm a federal officer.
Step out of the car, please.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions.

No problem.

Have you seen Mr. Weiss?

I have Mr. Vaughn
calling for him.

I'll take the call.

Extraction teams "R" us.

- Where's Weiss?
- Probably getting pizza.

The confirmation you wanted.
I got it.

I'm at SD-6 right now.

- You're at SD-6?
- Did you hear what I said?

That is a massive breach
of protocol.

- Screw protocol.
- Devlin told you to wait.

The break-in is confirmed.
Check with the duty officer.

It's probably Bendis.
Tell him to send in the team.

They can get in the garage
using a standard card splice.

You're finished.

Just do it!

Tchen, what's up?

Where are we?
I need status.

Tell him everything's cool.
You're still checking it out.

- Tchen, where the hell are you?
- Do it.

Screw you.

I'm disappointed.

Being a reporter sucks.
Can I just establish that?

Hi.

Hi, and what
have we been drinking?

I don't know.

It was something
with a horse on the label.

Dog.
It was like a dog horse.

A mythical creature condemned to
live in a bottle for eternity.

It's like a dog horse.

Oh, did I mention
that my life sucks?

The Rileys forgive you.

It's the seating arrangement
for the wedding.

My God, that's so normal.

Your life is so normal, Fran.

Sydney's life's normal, too.

Kind of normal, outside of
her obsession with the bank.

My life is not normal.

This story I'm working on
is about this guy in jail.

His wife committed suicide.
It's just very suspicious.

The guy's been totally set up.

He's a good guy.
He's got no criminal record.

He's got two speeding tickets
in his life.

He's been in jail
for eight years.

He's got
another eight years to go.

So I went to see him
'cause I thought that maybe

I could shed some light
on the thing.

Maybe I could research
and write an article

that might do some justice.

But he was so scared.

He had this look in his eyes.
It was like horror.

I stopped doing the story.
It's his life.

He wants to make
his own decisions.

And then his kid
comes to see me.

- His kid?
- His kid.

And she begged me
to help out her dad.

She was just so desperate.

Then I got this key.

Pier 19. Number 305.
I don't know.

What's there?

I don't know.

How'd you get it?

I don't want to tell you.

Why?

It's very dangerous.

Francie, I'm serious.

Will, if I were you,

and I thought I might
be able to help somebody,

I would.

Have you seen Tchen?

Not lately.

I feel like a mom at the mall.

He said he was going
down to the sub-basement.

I don't know if his walkie's not
working, he's on a coffee break.

Five numbers down, seven to go.

The code program's running.

I'll go get him.

Who is more tough-assed
than you?

Who?
Nobody, baby!

What the hell
are you doing here?

Dixon contacted us.

- Dixon contacted you?
- Through Langley.

Said SD-6 was under attack.
Are you okay?

There's a team
of six, maybe seven.

They've got
the latest military spec.

They're after something
in the vault.

I took one out in the garage.

Russian accent?

I was thinking K-Directorate.

I don't think they'd do
something as wild as this.

- Then who?
- I don't know.

But right now, what do you know
about deactivating C-4?

There's got to be
200 pounds in here.

That's enough
to level the building.

It's a failsafe.

Sloane has three of these
rigged to the vault.

If the vault door opens,
they all blow.

Maybe they shouldn't
open the vault.

"They" being the six men
with machine guns?

How long
before they hack the code?

Soon. Did you study
bomb defusion at Langley?

Seminar-style.
Nothing field-specific.

Does anyone ever learn
anything in seminars?

Let's take this
one step at a time.

This is a charge of C-4.

I can tell 'cause it says
"C-4" everywhere.

There are eight
black and yellow wires

and six red, blue, and black.

Which of these 14 wires
do we cut?

Maybe none.
What are those prisms?

I don't know, but there might be

more than one lead spliced
to the firing mechanism.

- That pin.
- Where?

There, in the back.

What is that?

It's a crystal.

That thing is a radio receiver.

That's probably how opening
the vault triggers the C-4.

So all we have to do
is pull out the crystal?

Wait, no.
It can't be this easy.

You think
there's a tamper alarm?

Or a secondary trigger.

Now we know
what the prisms are for.

Spray it again.

I think I can pull out
the crystal

without touching the lasers.

You want me to do it?
My hands are pretty steady.

Well, so are mine.

One more spray on 3.

1...

2...

3.

One down.

We better hurry.

Inside.

Over there.

Tie his hands.

Don't!

Why don't you tie her up?

- Wait.
- Shut up.

I'm British S.I.S.

For the past year,
I've been on covert duty

trying to penetrate
Cole's intelligence network.

- Cole?
- McKenas Cole, former SD-6.

Now he works with a third party.
New player on the scene.

Someone he calls "The Man. "

S.I.S. Has been trying
to identify "The Man"

for the past three years.

- Give me your tie.
- My tie?

If this mission's a success,

Cole will trust me enough
to tell me who that man is.

- What's in the vault?
- I don't know. None of us do.

But it has to do
with someone named Rambaldi.

If you don't let me go,

Cole will send someone
looking for me.

He'll know there's someone else
here, and they'll find you.

If you're lying,
you'll make sure that happens.

When they find me, I'll tell
them there's only one of you.

The other C-4 packages
are here and here.

We'll split up.
Each take one.

The explosives are located
behind steel plates

that are bolted to the walls.

Which you opened by yourself?

There are fire extinguishers
at regulation points.

Use the CO2 to freeze the bolts,
but go easy or you'll run out.

Okay, here.

I memorized the laser grid.

Here.

Your C-4 is located
along this corridor.

You cross through engineering
sublevel over to electrical.

It's far, so run.

The storage room where I got in.
That's where we'll meet.

Maybe we can go
to that hockey game.

Maybe. Be careful.

You too.

I understand you took
a call from Vaughn.

Now that you mention it.

A call he made to me.

What did he say?

I don't know.
It was a bad connection.

Did he confirm the attack?

He was hysterical, per usual.

I wouldn't read much into it.

Tchen, Toni, does anyone copy?

Cole, this is Endo.

Endo, this has got to stop.

Look, you find Toni,
you find Tchen,

and you find the problem,
and then you fix it!

How many were there?

One. Only one.

Endo.

Endo, Tchen.
Somebody come in.

Who the hell's shooting?

Cole, Tchen's dead.

Well, who the hell killed him?

I did.

Endo. Endo.

Endo!

Dear person
beating up my men...

I assume that you're
an employee here.

I am now standing

in Sloane's tastefully
minimalistic office.

And if you are not here,
standing in front of me

in the next 20 seconds,

I am gonna start
executing your friends,

starting with the man that
I assume to be your partner.

Mr. Jack Bristow.

I'm here.

You're the badass
that's been killing my men?

I don't know.

I thought you'd be an ugly guy.

- Damn it.
- Step in, girlie.

Get her bag.

Search her.

Good and tight.

Seven numbers locked.
Five to go.

If she moves a muscle,
you drill her.

I want LAPD notified, roadblocks
at appropriate intersections,

and an ambulance standing by.

- Weiss, you've got a call.
- Not now.

It's Vaughn, line three.

Talk to me.

- Where the hell are you?
- We're on our way.

The place is wired to blow.
Three packages of C-4.

We deactivated two.

Sydney was supposed to
deactivate the third.

I don't know if she did.

- Okay, can you get to it?
- I don't know where it is.

They've got everyone,
including Sydney.

As soon as they open the vault,
the C-4 is gonna go off.

- How soon is that?
- Soon. Hurry up.

Got it.

What the hell is going on?

If I find out that you screwed
Vaughn, your ass is mine.

I'm not scared of you.

You should start
being scared of me.

You know, a lot of guys,

it's their socks or their piece.

Their gun, bullets...

custom hollow tips.

But for me,
I have always sucked my luck

from a bottle of champagne.

I bring one every job.

Would you care for some?

You don't remember, do you?

I didn't at first, either.

We've met before.

It was about five years ago
here at SD-6...

which was really rare for me,

'cause I was a freelancer,
but I was here.

And I saw you
in the coffee room.

You were wearing pigtails.

And I asked you out.

Now, I know I'm not
the subtlest guy

when it comes to women.

And I probably said something
insanely inappropriate,

because you told me
if I ever talked to you again,

you'd break my kneecaps.

Which just made me love you.

I've thought about you
these last five years.

I have.

Just every once
in a while, I think,

"I wonder what ever happened
to Pigtails?"

And what I took away

from that encounter
in the coffee room

was the fact that
you didn't want to go see

some mediocre romantic comedy
with me,

sit in my Pontiac
in the parking lot

while we talked for an hour
before I made my move.

You didn't want to kiss me.

Remember?

No, I do not.

But I can see
not wanting to kiss you.

Well, you make bad choices.

Yeah, you didn't want
to kiss me,

but working for a scumbag
like Sloane,

that's all right by you?

Let me tell you something
about that weasel boss of yours.

He will disappoint you.

And one day,

and I hope to God I'm there
when that day happens,

you will hate him.

It was good to see you
in the office again, Pigtails.

I know you didn't want
to kiss me,

but when I was taking a hit
off that bottle before,

I backwashed in it.

I mean, really big-time.

See ya.

I didn't think you'd come.

I know. Me neither.

I made sure I wasn't followed.

I took two cabs and a bus
to get here.

But I wore this the whole time.

I thought I'd look
like Gabe Kaplan.

- Who's that?
- Doesn't matter.

Are you sure
you still want to do this?

You know I do.

You got to give this
to your dad, then.

What is it?

- I don't want you to look.
- Tell me what it is.

It's your mother's autopsy.

There are photographs that
you're not gonna want to see.

Do you understand me?

Okay, what you said to me
about going away,

if your father's
gonna pursue this,

you have got to do that.

Do you remember Griff?

That big guy?

Well, the MVDs
worked him over really hard.

They had straps
with blades in them.

These tricky glass syringes.
Acid.

They were really creative.

But he didn't go down.

Not until
they opened up the box.

It took him about three needles.
Then his heart gave out.

How many did you take?

I want to hear you scream.

Just the way that Griff did.

Scream for me.

They broke you, didn't they?

They made you beg.

- Don't you wish.
- Only one number left.

"I can't take any more. "
Isn't that what you said?

Do you know how many more
needles I have here?

I know what you did.

- Let's go.
- You cried for mercy.

- That is not what happened.
- The vault's almost open.

- You wept like a baby.
- That is not what happened!

- A little baby!
- We have to go!

Shut up! Shut up!

- Cole, come on!
- Shut up!

Baby?

Baby?

I have to go to the vault.

Chopper, I want you
to kill them all.

Back up, all of you!
Up against the wall now!

- All of you!
- Lisbon.

- What?
- Last July.

Now! Now!

Get him up there!
Get against the wall! Come on!

Don't look at me like that.

Get against that wall.

You heard him.

Get against that wall.

All of you!

Hold them there!

Can you shut off the failsafe?

- Only Sloane can do that.
- I'm going to the vault.

- I'm going with you.
- You just had surgery.

I'll meet you there!

Arvin.

Did you execute the failsafe?

- Yes.
- We need to deactivate it.

- Are they still in the building?
- There's only one left.

- I won't let anyone in.
- Sydney's gonna stop them.

- Is Sydney here?
- How do I shut off the failsafe?

The override is a keypad
in my office,

but it's biometric.

It won't deactivate
without my fingerprint.

Come on, Jack,
it's gonna take you hours

to get my hands out of here.

Marshall has a device that can
duplicate fingerprints,

but we haven't got the time.

You could take my fingerprint.

Jack...

take my right index fingerprint.

Just take it.

Right index.

Yes!

Looking for me?

Felt that one, didn't you?

Kickboxer, Eh?

I love me kickboxers.

I got your kicks,
and I got your moves.

Bring it on.

That's the problem
with you kickboxers.

Ain't none of y'all
can take a punch!

Systems accessed.

Yessiree.

I think you're right.

Taking a punch is something
I got to learn how to do.

What's happening downstairs?

I think everything's
taken care of.

We got lucky.

Get my guys out of here.

SD-6 will never know
we were here.

Then you should go.

You okay?

Thanks for coming.

He had this.

What is that? Perfume?

Whatever this is,
we have it now,

and they don't, because of you.

- Not just me.
- Because of you.

Well, it better be good perfume.

I'm not kidding.
Think about it.

What you do.

Hockey can wait.

I don't think
what you're doing here can.

Let's go.

Bye.

� For you �

� There will be
no more crying �

� For you �

� The sun will be shining �

� And I feel that
when I'm with you �

� It's all right �

� I know it's right �

Are you all right?

None of us are.

What happened here tonight is...

This is unacceptable.

The people who did this.

We're gonna find them,
retrieve what they've taken.

Even then...

This has changed everything.

Sir, I got the digit here.
The medics are on their way.

Thanks, Marshall.

Sloane gave me the finger.

� And the songbirds
are singing �

� Like they know the score �

You okay?

I sent the E-mail to Langley,

but I guess
it didn't get through.

It's okay.

You did a good job.

� And I wish you all the love
in the world �

This morning, before all this,
you wanted to talk to Sloane.

What did you tell him?

I told him that
I'd see him tomorrow.

Thank you.

� And the songbirds
keep singing �

� Like they know the score �

� And I love you,
I love you, I love you �

� Like never before �