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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.