All language subtitles for Alias S02E01 The Enemy Walks In_Track02

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 just 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.

You're Alexander khasinau.

You should eat something.

I'm not hungry.

Wait.

I have questions for you.

You can ask my boss.

Your boss?

I thought "the man"
was the boss.

Yes.

Yes, but I am not
"the man."

I've waited
almost 30 years for this.

Mom?

You must have known

this day would come.

I could have prevented
all this, of course.

You were so small
when you were born.

It would have been
so easy.

Tell me...

Sydney...

Who sent you here?

You must tell me.

Or what?

I'm grounded?

Ugh!

Tell you what --

think about it.

I'll come back
and ask you again.

You were shot
by your mother?

Yes.

And you don't have
a problem?

No, what I mean by that --

yes, of course
I have problems.

The problems I have,
I can handle.

How did you escape?

I'm sorry,
but agent Vaughn is missing,

and my sitting here
telling Houdini stories

to a CIA shrink --
no offense -- is pointless.

No one should be worrying
about me. It's him.

We should all be looking
for him.

You're frustrated

'cause you're not
part of the search team.

But, Sydney,
they're looking,

and you've been ordered
to come and talk to me.

I knew I couldn't
get out of the room

until I got out
of the chair.

It was an unreinforced
aluminum chair.

I wedged it
against a water valve

to put stress
on the weld points.

Getting past the door
was a little more complicated.

And you did all this
with a bullet in your shoulder?

Do you not believe me?

It's impressive.

Not really.

One thing I have learned
doing this --

there's no drug
like adrenaline.

Where the hell
are you?

I'm in the middle of taipei.
I just got free.

Is Vaughn with you?

No, we haven't heard
from him.

Sydney, you have to
get to the plane now.

Dad, I have to
go back for him.

There's no time.

The taiwanese authorities
will check this airstrip.

I can't leave him behind.

Hold the plane.
I'm going back to the lab.
Sydney, wait!

Who's Vaughn?

Tell me about Vaughn.

He's my CIA handler.

For a long time,

he was the only person
I could trust.

I think that still
might be the case.

Anyway,

a good friend of mine --
a civilian --

will tippin --
was kidnapped.

Vaughn came to me.
He offered to help.

So the two of us
and my father

went to taipei
to get my friend back.

How did Vaughn go missing?

The last time I saw Vaughn

was the night
before my mother shot me...

Where my father
was paying a ransom

in exchange
for my friend.

Vaughn and I went in
to destroy

one of the kidnappers'
research facilities.

We broke in through a club
in the building next door.

Good luck. You too.
Along the way,
we split up.

When I got to the lab

I was supposed to destroy,

I found something...

Unusual.

What was it?

The short answer is
I have no idea,

but there was no time,
and I did my job.

By destroying
khasinau's lab,

I flooded the building.

Mm.

And when you woke up,
you were handcuffed

to an aluminum chair.

After I escaped,
I went back

to the last place
I had seen him.

There was a Hazmat team
cleaning up the mess,

testing the water.

I stole a suit
and went in.

I found Vaughn's coat.

When I finally made it
back to the plane,

Vaughn still hadn't
shown up.

Okay, easy.

What happened
to the guy who shot you?

There was no guy.

It was mom.

And it didn't seem like
she worked for khasinau.

It seems that khasinau
works for her.

Um, excuse me. Did you just say
you were shot by your mother?

Sit down.

Hello?

Hey, where are you?

Just coming home
from San Francisco. What's up?

Have you heard from will?

Have I heard from will? No.

Well, me neither,

and there's this story
on the news right now.

Will wrote a story
in today's paper

that wasn't supposed to get
printed unless he went missing.

What was will's
story about?

It's about the murder
of your fiancé

and some conspiracy
and some group called SD-6.

What did you write
about SD-6?!

Nothing! Just the name!
I don't even know what it is!

I just heard the name! Why?

Do you know what it is?
Is it a group?

Are they good?
Are they bad?

I mean,
do you work with them?

Will was asking
all the questions I would ask.

What did you say to him?

Without going into details,
we told him the truth --

that my father and I
work for the CIA,

that we're working
undercover at SD-6,

one of a number
of private agencies

based in various countries

that trade in weapons,
drugs, and intelligence,

that use covert means
to undermine governments

and industry in their attempts
to take over the world.

So, what was his reaction?

Seriously?

He thought
it sounded preposterous,

which is appropriate.

Did will's article
put you in danger at SD-6?

My problems at SD-6
came from a different source.

As you're aware,
I was shot last year

while on a mission
with agent Bristow.

I was left with few memories
of that day.

The doctors said that type
of memory loss was typical.

But then last week
I remembered something.

I remembered agent Bristow
trying to save my life

using a satcom radio.

What was unusual

was that she I.D.'D herself
with a call sign

not issued by SD-6 --

call sign freelancer.

Last Thursday night,
I followed agent Bristow.

I watched as she illegally
gained access

to an SD-6 facility
in Santa Barbara.

I prayed, sir,

that there was
an explanation,

but when I confronted
Sydney,

she had none.

As a servant
of this country,

despite the fact
it breaks my heart to do so,

I must report
that I believe Sydney Bristow

to be a double agent.

My father, of course,
anticipated this.

You and I need to assume
Dixon's reported you.

The best move for us is for me
to take full responsibility.

What about will?

You're going
to have a hard time.

Then we landed
and went back to SD-6.

As my father predicted,
they took me into custody.

That's when he went
to see sloane.

You gave Sydney
the call sign freelancer.

Yes, that's right.
Why?

Because
I didn't trust you.

Consider it
a paternal instinct.

I'm only telling you now
because of tippin's article.

I should have
had tippin killed months ago.

Tippin's kidnapping led us
directly to khasinau.

Sydney destroyed
their facility.

Now khasinau's organization
is fractured.

Those who didn't lose
their lives are on the run.

This is an opportunity.

I understand
that I broke protocol,

that the alliance
would have me killed

for what I've done.

But if I weren't loyal
to you, arvin,

to SD-6,

I would not have returned.

What about tippin?

He's insignificant.
He doesn't know anything,

and you can't kill him now.
It'll only call attention.

I will see to it

that he never writes
another article again.

Sloane just talked to him.

There are times

in life

when we don't listen
to our heart,

to what we know
to be true.

In those moments,

we've lost who we are.

We've betrayed ourselves.

Questioning your loyalty,

your virtue,

was one of those
lost times for me.

Dixon is a good man.

He still believes,
as I once did,

that SD-6 is a classified
division of the CIA.

That's the hardest part
about working undercover.

Having to lie to the people
that you care about?

Anything from Vaughn?
Nothing.

What the hell's
being done?

We've got a team in taipei.
I was in taipei.
Where's this team going?

They searched the warehouse.
I searched the damn warehouse.

They're tracking
every lead possible.
Don't give me the company line.

Sydney, this is
the best that we can do.
Vaughn might not be in taipei!

I understand that.
He's my friend, too.

Sydney, I promise you,
we're looking as hard as we can.

I know
this is tough for you,

but you have to focus.
We have a job to do.

I know.

SD-6 wants to send me
on a mission

to cap ferrat, France.

Why? What's there?

LA petite rose --

the estate
of Jean-Marc ravais,

a member of the French
national assembly.

Since the destruction
of khasinau and derevko's

headquarters in taipei --
thank you, Sydney --

some members of their
organization have been exposed.

Ravais is one of those men.

We believe he helped
to finance their operation

and is the key to finding
khasinau, your mother,

others who have worked
with them,

and bringing them
to justice.

Bringing them to justice.

I love that -- arvin sloane
talking about justice.

So what does sloane
want you to do?

Your mission is
to gain entry into ravais' house

and plant a bug
in his office,

assuming that you're
feeling up to it.

I'll be fine.

Marshall.

Thank you. Ahem.

Anyway, uh, okay,

what we have here
is a phone.

You might find --
you know, it's talking to --

"hello, mom, yeah --
mom, no, I will be there.

Listen, is aunt ruthie
going to be there?"

Ubiquitous object
with infinite designs --

color, wiring, components.

A guy like me, you know,

designing a bug
for a phone like this,

first I have to, you know,
figure out

what type of model
the phone is that I'm bugging,

and then I have to design it
so it's invisible.

No more bugging the phones,
all right?

Welcome to a new age
in wiretapping.

This bug...

It's in the wire.

All right,
this universal design

works on any phone,
adjustable frequency.

All you've got to know is
what country the phone's in.

In this case, LA France.

How you doing?

Bug's in the wire.
That's good.

Great, we'll get CIA tech
to make you a delay transmitter.

That way we can control
what SD-6 gets to hear.

Meanwhile,
CIA hears it all.

Listen, about Vaughn --

I'm praying, too.

So now instead
of going back to taipei,

instead of helping
in the search for Vaughn,

I'm leaving for France
in half an hour.

One more thing --

you haven't said anything
about your mother.

What am I supposed
to say,

something insightful?

The first time I see
my mother in 20 years,

and she almost kills me,
which would have made me

the 13th CIA officer
she's killed.

She's former kgb.

She's betrayed my father,
she's betrayed me,

she's betrayed this country.

All anyone needs to know
about that woman

is that she's a bad guy.

I think this was
a good beginning.

Like I said,

I can handle
the problems I've got.

Dr. khasinau,
Mr. ravais is calling.

Bluebird, you close?

Almost there.

Damn it!

You all right?

Just my shoulder.

I'm good.

Okay, we go to stage one.

Hors d'oeuvres
are tasty.

Don't forget now, you can
always bring me back a few.

Can you get upstairs?

I think so.

Second door on the right?

Yes.

Second door
on the right.

What's that?
We got a signal?

Yeah. We got a signal.

Un, deux, trois, quatre,
cinq, six...

Okay. Let's let SD-6
hear that.

Un, deux, trois, quatre,
cinq, six...

I got you, bluebird.
Get out of there.

I'll be finished
in 20 minutes.

Yes, sir.

Orci, yatsko!

Vaughn, you have to get up.
We have to get out of here.

Come on!

Come on, they're going
to be back in a second.

Come on!

Okay...

Syd?

I'm so sorry.

I'm going to shoot you
with adrenaline.

We have got to run.

Uh...Don't do that.

Aah!

Ow!

Come on!
Come on! Come on!

Ow. That hurt.

I'm sorry.
Don't be.

Where are we?

France.

France? Really? France!

There's too much
to explain.

I have to get back
before Dixon comes after me.

You can get back
to Los Angeles, right?

What?

You saved my life.

I'll see you back in LA.

So the operation in France
must have gone well.

Your spirits seem lifted.

The doctor said Vaughn's
going to be all right, so...

Okay, I see
what you're thinking,

and the answer is no.

There's no line
being crossed.

He's my handler.

Vaughn and I have
a professional relationship.

That's it.

Well, actually,
I was thinking about

your reporter friend.

Oh.

Will isn't doing so well.

In taipei,
he was tortured.

But I think
in some ways,

things have gotten
even worse for him.

The only way
SD-6 will let you live

is if you destroy
the life you've got.

I understand that,

but you can't think
of another way than this?

Yes, I can think
of a number of other ways,

but they all involve
your burial.

Is that your idea
of a joke?

You're morbid, Jack.

You'll be taken
to a drug house

in South central.

An hour later,
there will be a raid.

Remember,
the most critical thing

is that you face the press
yourself.

If you don't go public
with this,

you'll be a dead man.

I'm scared.

I know.

You ready?

Heroin?

Francie, I'll explain
everything later, okay?

I think we should
go out the back,

'cause there's a bunch
of reporters waiting for you.

No, I want to go out
the front.

There he is!
There he is!

Mr. tippin --
did SD-6 do this to you?

Is it true you were found
with heroin in your blood?

Will, can you give us
some sort of statement?

My problem with heroin
goes back three years.

I'm embarrassed for myself
and for my family

when I tell you that
most of what I've written

during that time
has been complete fiction,

including
my most recent report

about an organization
that I called SD-6.

These were
desperate attempts --

As hard
as that is to watch,

your friend is very lucky.

It could have ended up
much worse.

You know how much
I care about you, Sydney.

I did it for you --
spared will's life.

I didn't want to see you
lose someone else to SD-6.

Thank you.

And there's
something else --

something I want
to ask you.

It would mean
a great deal to me

if you would speak
at Emily's service.

You okay?

Fantastic.

He's in the bathroom.

How bad?

It's just, uh...

Bad.

Look, I have to meet
with my realtor.

I'll be back in an hour.

Can you watch him?

Yeah.

Francie...

He's going to be okay.

I was just
sitting there,

putting my stuff
from my desk

into this cardboard box,

and I look up,

and everybody from the office
is just staring at me.

So I left my office
this afternoon

for, like, the last time.

I got a lot of like,
"take care, man."

I got a lot of that.

I'm so sorry, will.

Hey, I'm --

I'm sitting here.

I'm on a couch.

I'm alive.

Is anybody listening
to us right now?

No.

That lamp has a bug killer
in it, so we're safe here.

Hey...

How's your mouth?

I think --
I think it'll be fine.

Of course I lose
my health insurance

the same day
I need a root canal.

Oh...Oh...

Who is it?

Just say good guys or bad guys.
I'll understand.

Good guys.

Hey.

When I was a kid,
I was a swimmer.

I could swim the 100 meters
in 68 seconds.

I can't tell you
how irrelevant that was

that night we were
in taipei.

There have been some
pretty incredible inventions

over the last 2,000 years,

but none more incredible
than the screwdriver.

None.

I thought I was home free.

But they knocked me out.

Next thing I knew,
I was in France.

When I saw you
behind that window,

I swear to God,
I thought you were dead.

We just intercepted
a call

from one of khasinau's
operatives.

They made reference to something
called "the Bible."

What is it?

A book. An operations manual
for their whole cartel --

contacts, weapons and tech
inventory, objectives.

It's information
khasinau and your mother need

to rebuild their operation.

If we retrieve this book,
we can prevent that.

Any idea
where this Bible is?

It was taipei.

Apparently, when the lab
was being destroyed,

this operative who called
khasinau grabbed the book,

kept it safe.

He's planning on handing it
to khasinau

tomorrow afternoon
at the port of Barcelona,

pier 347.

Does SD-6
know about this?

That's what's so genius.

The delay transmitter
you planted

lets us control the signal
SD-6 receives.

We didn't let them
hear the call.

You're going to Spain
to intercept the book.

You leave in 30 minutes.

Anything?

Not yet.

So, hey, you know, there's
some really good restaurants

in Barcelona.

Yeah, I know.

You know
what I was thinking?

I think I do.

If we could actually be seen
in public together,

we'd get the Bible
and get a bite.

Yeah, can the whole team come?
'Cause we're starving.

Okay, we've got khasinau.

Everyone hold position.

Get ready to move.

The courier's
got a briefcase.

It's got to be the Bible.

We move in on 3.

Everybody into position.

1...

2...

Out of the car...Now!
Out of the car!

Let me see your hands!
Drop the case!

Get out of the car!

Drop the case!

Drop the case!

Let me see your hands!
Out of the car!

Cover him! Cover him!

Right now! Right now!

Who the hell is firing?

Weiss, I'm going after
the shooter. Cover me.

Bravo team, you take
the dry dock to the west!

Charlie team,
take it to the east!

Weiss!

It's okay. It's okay.
Just relax.

Freeze!

Drop the suitcase.

Hands behind your head.
On your knees.

Ahh!

Drop it.

Hands behind your head.

Get on your knees.

Head to the ground.

Truth takes time.

Do you have a minute?

You all right?

Have you heard?

What? Sit down.

I had Emily's funeral
this morning --

sloane's wife.

You're eulogizing
the bastard's wife?

Yes.

The devil's wife?

The wife of the guy
who had Danny killed?

The guy who wanted
to kill me?

Despite being married
to a truly horrible man,

Emily was a good person,

and if the people
who cared about her

don't speak at her funeral
because of him,

there's no justice in that.

It just makes him
stronger.

You can't see this bruise,
right?

So, this is what
your life is?

Lying to everybody
all the time.

I've only been doing it
for a few days,

and it's killing me.

When you found out
about me,

I was just terrified,

because I saw what happened
when Danny learned the truth.

But I was also selfishly
so relieved,

because it meant
that you knew,

and I didn't have to think
every time we spoke.

I could just be me.

Hello?

Back here.

No bruises.

Hey.

Hey.

I got the space.
I'm opening a restaurant.

That's great.
Congratulations.

Thank you.

I met Emily
shortly after I started working

at credit dauphine.

Like many young women,
I was intimidated

by the world.

I was sort of desperate
for a little guidance.

As he had been
for most of my life,

my father was busy working.

I had lost my mother
when I was 6,

so I didn't have
anyone to go to,

no role model.

Arvin invited me for dinner
one night.

I remember
after dinner was over,

Emily walked me out
to the car.

I didn't know her at all.

And she said in this simple,
reassuring voice...

"You're going to be okay."

Thinking of Emily,

I often wondered
about my own mother,

and what she would have
been like

had she lived.

Would she have been
as strong as Emily,

or as kind, as good?

I always told myself

that she would have had
those qualities.

Even though I couldn't
see them,

I simply believed them.

But Emily wasn't just
the mother I never had.

She was the mother
all of us wish we had.

Dad?

Devlin just called.

CIA had a walk-in.

She just...

Surrendered.

She said she wants
to cooperate.

Who?

Your mother.

I'm not sure
this is a problem

I know how to handle.