All language subtitles for Alias S02E03 Cipher_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.

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 am Mr. sark,
director of operations.

Who is your employer?

I'm afraid
my employer's identity

will have to remain
confidential for now.

You tell your employer

if he ever wastes my time
like this again,

our next meeting
will not be so cordial.

Under proposition 36,
you are to receive probation

and are hereby ordered
to complete

a certified
drug treatment program.

Arvin sloane is a man
of integrity and courage.

As the head of SD-6,

he brilliantly executed
alliance policy.

Now, as the newest
full partner of the alliance,

I feel confident
that he will play a major part

in shaping that policy.

Welcome to the alliance.

You've agreed
to see her?
Yes.

She is the enemy.

And so is sloane.

And if the devil herself
wants to help me

bring him down,
fine by me.

You're smarter than this.

Your mother wants you
to think she's your ally.

The minute you start
depending on her,

she will gut you.

Freelancer
requests covert entry.

That's a copy.
We'll notify agent Vaughn.

No one's following her.

Ident confirmed.

Freelancer is approaching
quadrant 4.

Sig int reporting clear.
No suspect signals.

Agent Bristow,

thank you for coming in.

I know you weren't wild

about talking
with your mother last week,

but I hope we can agree that
the information she gave us

made it worth
your discomfort.

I thought so

until an hour ago.

How is that?

I just came from a meeting
with sloane.

The camera I took
from fordson's vault,

the camera we tried
to keep from SD-6,

the real camera is scheduled
to be launched into orbit

72 hours from now.

By whom?

The asiatic space agency --

founded after the fall
of the iron curtain.

The Asa consists mainly
of displaced Russian scientists.

Their latest client
is an old friend of ours.

Sark.

What's his interest
in launching a satellite?

That's the question.

The satellite is equipped
with a terahertz imaging camera.

Now, this camera's capable
of seeing through solid matter

up to a depth
of 100 meters.

It is imperative

that we find out
what Mr. sark is looking for.

The launch site's
in Sri Lanka.

Sloane wants us to infiltrate it
posing as corporate buyers.

Our mission
is to hack into the satellite

so SD-6 can
tap into sark's feed

and see what he sees.

I'll get technical services
on that.

We'll want to hack
into that feed, too.

That's a fine preliminary step,
agent Vaughn,

but I will want to know
what we're looking for

before the satellite
is launched.

You want me
to talk to her again.

Mr. sark has assumed control
of your mother's operation.

Please stop referring to her
as my mother.

Therefore, Ms. derevko must
know what he's looking for,

and she's made it clear
she will only speak with you.

Look, I talked to her before
because I had to.

I have no intention
of making this into a habit.

I assume you have an opinion
on this, agent Vaughn.

Uh, I don't have
an easy answer to that.

I'll take
a complicated one.

I can't pretend
to hide my bias here.

Irina derevko
betrayed this country

and killed my father
in the process.

On the other hand,

she is a certifiable
rambaldi expert

and probably knows more

about the inner workings
of global organized crime

than any other person
in U.S. custody.

Having said that,

I believe agent Bristow and I
were effectively countering SD-6

before derevko
turned herself in,

and I stand behind
whatever she decides.

I do understand

that you're caught in the middle
of all this, agent Bristow.

I can only offer my word.

The sooner we know
what she knows,

the sooner you'll never
have to speak with her again.

We weren't scheduled
to meet until Wednesday.

Is everything all right?

I'm here
to talk about Sydney.

Good. What's on your mind?

I want your help

in devising a strategy
to persuade Sydney

not to interact
with her mother.

Why?

Because Irina derevko
is an opportunistic sociopath

who'll use whatever inroads
she can make with my daughter

to get what she wants.

Have you considered

that the more
you keep her from her mother,

the more you're going
to spark her interest?

Of course I have,

which is why I'm hoping
to devise a strategy

with the necessary
subtlety.

Well, 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.

I see.

And is your opinion here
based on what's best for Sydney

or for the agency?

Because the fact is

if Sydney doesn't talk
to Laura,

the CIA learns nothing.

So you still think of her
as Laura,

even though
that was her alias.

Autocircadian meditation.

All the benefits of sleep
in a fraction of the time.

I can teach it to you,
Sydney.

I told you,
when we speak,

you are to address me
as agent Bristow.

Mr. sark was
one of your top operatives.

He's now assumed control
of your assets.

He's launching a satellite

with ground-penetrating
surveillance capabilities,

but I doubt
this is news to you.

What's he looking for?

Do you remember
when you were 6 years old,

I sent you
to piano lessons?

Your teacher
was Ms. Adams.

We're not having
this conversation.

You asked me a question.
I'm giving you an answer.

Do you remember
the first thing

Ms. Adams taught you
about music?

She said
music is like math --

if you can count,
you can play.

Every musical note
has a corresponding frequency.

Middle c, for example,

vibrates at 261 hertz,

which means
any piece of music

can be expressed
as a series of numbers.

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 --

a fuel source.

The military applications
alone would be unlimited.

From a music box?

Of course, the music won't play
without the proper combination.

Sark was working
on deciphering it,

but I don't know
whether he was successful.

Fine.

Thank you.

Speaking of Ms. Adams...

Just before I left,
I remember

her encouraging you
to try out

for your school's
Thanksgiving play.

You don't have to tell me
if you don't want to,

but in the 20 years
since I last saw you,

I've often wondered...

What part did you play?

I don't remember.

It was around the time
I was told my mother had died.

Everything else is a blur.

I read Vaughn's debrief.
I know you saw your mother.

You okay?

Seeing her again,

I'm realizing there are

these gaps in my memory

from around the time
she left.

Dad, do you remember
the Thanksgiving play

I was in that year
in school?

Because I sort of do.

I mean, I have
an impression of it,

but I can't remember.

Was I a pilgrim
or an Indian?

What?

You were neither.

You were a Turkey.

You were the only Turkey

that was spared
to celebrate the harvest.

I know you think
it's dangerous

for me to see mom,

but she's
a means to an end.

I don't take anything she says
at face value.

She won't expect you to.

Sydney...

I trust your judgment.

You're doing fine.

Okay, once you get through
the launch site

to the exhaust ducts,

just press this button
right here

and...

Voilà.

It's empty.

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry.
Totally forgot to tell you.

The real deal --
not done yet.

But tomorrow, when you
open up this briefcase,

you will be looking

at a high-performance
hydraulic luge.

How fast can I go?

About 150,

which should get you
through the launch facility's

2-mile ducts
in about, uh, 12 seconds.

Oh, you want to make sure
that you get out of there

as fast as you can
after you're done

wiring the circuit board
into the satellite

because if you're stuck
in the ducts

when the rocket launches,

then, well, boom.

And I'd miss you.

You wanted to see me?

Come in.

I have something
to give you.

It's Emily's seed box.

The lithography's original,
circa 1910.

Her mother gave it to her.

Emily would have
wanted you to have it.

Thank you.

I can't think of Emily

without thinking
of her garden.

Well, neither can I.

I miss her, too.

This office is where I feel
most at home these days.

At the house,
I don't know,

I seem to be paralyzed.

If a stranger
were to come to the house

for the first time,

they would think
that Emily still lived there.

Her clothes
are in the closet,

her makeup
on the vanity.

The only thing that betrays
this pretense of normalcy

is her garden.

Where roses once grew,
they're gone now.

Her garden seems
to have died with her.

It's not your fault.

Good luck in Sri Lanka.

Attach this circuit board
to the satellite

instead of the one
you got from SD-6.

Now,
it's an exact duplicate.

They'll still be able
to intercept sark's feed,

but we've modified it so we can
access the signal, too,

see what everyone else
is seeing.

One more thing --

we'd like to bring
will tippin in

for a follow-up
on his debrief.

Why?

Derevko told us
that sark has been working

on cracking a combination that
would activate the music box.

Yeah.

And we've been reviewing
tippin's statement,

on the flight to taipei
and vaguely remembers

seeing sark working
at a laptop.

You're thinking what,
induced regression?

We have someone coming in
from Langley.

So he can relive
everything he went through.

If there were
another option, Sydney,

believe me,
I'd take it.

Listen, will,

the CIA wants
to meet with you again.

Why?

They can tell you
better than I can, but...

Here's your s.O.P.

S.O.P.?

Standard operating procedure
for a meet.

You're meeting
with my handler.

Vaughn.

He's...

Smart, professional,
won't waste your time.

Look, I'm sorry.

You deserve
to move on from this.

Hey, guys.

Hey.

What are you doing?
What?

Will just went
to his first n.A. Meeting,

and you're waving
a beer in his face?

You're right,
you're right, you're right.

Oh, hey, can you come down
to the restaurant tomorrow?

Sure.
All the flatware came in,

and the dishwasher's
not hooked up,

so we have to wash everything
by hand before the opening.

You're coming, right?

Are you kidding?

What time
do you need me?

2:00, 2:30?

I got to go.
I'm going to miss my flight.

Fancy client
or boring seminar?

Boring client,
and he's in Sri Lanka,

so I get to fly
15 hours both directions

for a one-hour meeting.

Hey, thanks
for letting me stay here

till I can afford
a cheaper place.

Okay, Syd.

Sark's confirmed inside.
You're a go.

Remember, the sooner
you get on the phone line,

the more time I have
to hack into their system.

Joanna Kelly
from euro teledyne.

I have an appointment
with Mr. vashko.

Mr. sark, welcome
to our control center.

Will you be the only observer
from your company today?

I'm afraid
my associates

have a plan to lobby opec
for drilling rights.

We are about to begin
the final system checks.

Excellent.

Miss Kelly.

Welcome to Asa's
launch facility.

Thank you.
I look forward to the tour.

Would you mind if I made
a call before we start?

Oh, I'm sorry.

We do not allow mobile phone use
during the launch.

It interferes
with the radio signals.

But you are more than welcome
to use one of our landlines.

Thank you.

Hi, darling,
just checking in.

Okay, I'm into their
local area network.

It'll take me a minute

to access the security
surveillance feed.

Okay, I'm in it.

Miss you, too. Kisses.

And in compliance

with kyoto
environmental accords,

during launch,

we filter the rocket's exhaust
through 2-mile ducts.

I understand these ducts
are capable of channeling

over a million pounds
of thrust.

You have
done your homework.

I will take you
to the vip observation deck.

The view
is spectacular.

My watch seems to have stopped.
Do you have the time?

Oh, sure.

Okay, Dixon,

I'll be in the canal
in two minutes.

Copy that, Syd.

Ready to cut the surveillance
feed on your signal.

Radio frequency system --
check.

Activation vehicle telemetry --
check.

Onboard power test --
check.

Data transponder

and launch vehicle
remote control -- check.

Okay, Dixon,
I'm in position.

Copy that, Syd.

The ground crew's
left the launch deck.

I'm shutting down surveillance
for five minutes starting...

Now.

We lost cctv
to the launch deck.

What's the problem?

I'll know shortly.

Dixon, how am I doing?

3 minutes, 10 seconds

until surveillance
is restored, Syd.

Power surge.

We'll be back on-line
in three minutes.

We assure you,

this in no way indicates
a problem with the launch.

Is there any way
into the launch zone

that isn't visible
from here?

Just the exhaust ducts,

but our ground crews
don't go anywhere near them

during countdown.

Move up the launch.

Pardon?

I'm splicing into
the internal supply system now.

Almost there.

You said the cameras
don't affect the launch.

Were to go wrong,
we will want to study the --

then begin
the final countdown.

Or should we abort
altogether?

And I can spread the word
amongst my colleagues

that the asiatic
space agency

is nothing but the poor man's
version of NASA.

Initiate
the final countdown.

We're advancing
our timetable.

Sydney, get out of there.
They've moved up the launch.

Dixon, I'm still wiring
the circuit board.

How much time do I have?

48 seconds and counting.

Switching
to internal power.

Transmitter code...

Transmitter shows
engine to launch.

Sydney,
it's too dangerous. Abort.

We're at 44 seconds
and counting.

Syd, get out of there.

No. I got it.

All systems green
for launch in 30...

29...

28...

27...

3...

2...

Sydney!

I'm all right.

I'll meet you at the rendezvous
in 10 minutes.

Did you enjoy
the launch?

It was a thrill.

Will,
I'm Michael Vaughn.

Hey.

Sorry about
the cloak-and-dagger routine,

but SD-6 may monitor you
from time to time.

We had to make sure
you weren't followed.

Sure, I get it.

So you're Vaughn.

You sound surprised.

No, I just thought
you'd be, uh...

Older.

Ah.

Listen, we want to bring you in
for a hypnotherapy session.

From your statement, we think
you might be able to recall

details from your captivity
that could help us.

When?

There's a car waiting for us
upstairs.

Now?

You know, I can't.

I'm helping my friend
get a restaurant ready.
Francie.

Right.

So tomorrow then?

Sure, okay.

Okay, you'll get a call
on your cell phone

from a telemarketer asking
if you're interested

in consolidating
your debt.

That will be your signal
to meet back here.

We'll have a car take you
to our office.

So every time that Sydney
ran out the door

after she got a wrong number,
she was going to meet you?

It's standard protocol,
in case the line's tapped.

It's a low-risk way
to set up a meet.

Did you ever give her
a picture frame?

It was, like,
an antique.

She said that it was
from somebody at work,

and it was probably just another
way to contact her, right?

Actually, no,
that was just a gift.

It's nice to meet you,
will.

You too.

Congratulations are in order
to both of you.

Thanks to your efforts
in Sri Lanka,

we were able to intercept
the feed

from a satellite launched
by Mr. sark yesterday.

He's looking
at a 20-square-mile area

of Siberia. Marshall.

Right. Now, I know,
I know this looks like

20 Miles of frozen
tundrocity, right?

Well, take a look at it
through the terahertz

imaging camera.

The symbol
of rambaldi.

Yeah, now, what the satellite's
looking at

are subglacial caverns
under the ice.

Are you saying
it's a natural formation?

Well, beats me. I'm really --
without actual ice core samples,

I can't say anything except,
you know, wow.

You are now looking at an image
with a 10-centimeter resolution.

And as you can see,
in the center of the cavern,

there appears to be an object
notably composed of metal.

We must acquire this object
before Mr. sark does.

So you will be accompanied
by a support team.

They will establish a perimeter
with agent Dixon

to guard every possible entrance
to the cavern.

Sydney, you're on point.

Flight leaves in four hours.

That's all. You can go.

Jack, would you stay
a minute, please?

I want to ask you
for a favor, Jack.

I think I may have
underestimated

the effect that Emily's death
would have on me.

You're entitled
to your grief.

Not when it undermines
my authority here,

my standing
within the alliance.

I need you to monitor me, Jack.
I need you to pull me aside

if you think that I'm letting
my cards show.

Of course.

The day before she --

the day before she passed,
Emily reserved us a suite

at our favorite bed
and breakfast in sonoma.

Even in her last moments,
she was planning our future.

I'm not a spiritual man,

but I feel lately
her presence

everywhere around me.

Trauma can bring about feelings
of metaphysical familiarity --

waking dreams, as it were.

On the other hand, who's to say
she isn't with you?

I'm going to count backwards
from three,

and when I reach one,
I want you to lift your head

and tell me where you are.

3...2...1...

Where are you?

I'm in a cargo plane...

On the way to taipei.

Will, how are you
feeling?

I'm afraid
they're going to kill me.

I'm afraid they're going
to get to Sydney.

They can't, will.

You're revisiting
what's already happened.

This is just a memory.

Now, tell me what you see.

Sark...

Working on his laptop.

Can you see the screen?

No.

It's too far away.

In his statement,

he said that he was picked up
and carried off the plane,

so maybe he got closer.

Will, listen to me.

I want you to think ahead
to when the plane landed,

when you were getting off
the plane.

Can you do that?

Yes.

What do you see?

Oh, God! Please --
please, please don't kill me.

Plea--

please don't kill me.

Wake him up.

It's all right.

Don't kill me.
Oh, please don't kill me.

Will, tell me
what's happening.

They're carrying me
off the plane.

Can you see
sark's computer?

No, no,
I'm passing too fast.

Go back
and try again.

This time, when you pass
the computer,

I want you to stop.

Names. I-I see names.

Read them to me.

Dostoyevsky...

Nabokov...

Tolstoy...

Chekov.

That's good, will.

Now, when you hear the tone,
I want you to open your eyes

and as soon as you do, you will
feel rested and refreshed.

I need to check his vitals.
Just give me a minute.

You okay?

I doubt the code that activates
rambaldi's music box

is a list of Russian authors.

It must be some kind
of cipher text.

Look, under normal
circumstances,

I would never ask this,

but your mother is the only
person who can translate

those names for us
by the time you leave.

If your mother
will give us the code

to activate the music box,

we want you to activate
the box on site.

You'll get it to play,
and we'll record the music

through your comm link,
then you'll destroy it.

Agent Bristow.

Dostoyevsky, nabokov,
tolstoy, Chekov.

We took these code words
from sark's computer.

I want you to translate them
for me.

Give me a pencil
and paper.

No.

I can't decipher it
without pencil and paper.

You know,
you haven't yet asked me

how I could shoot
my own daughter.

No,

I haven't.

I assume you wouldn't need
this combination so urgently

if you didn't know where
the music box was.

Sark won't hesitate
to kill you.

I don't want to lose the chance
to explain myself someday.

About the Thanksgiving play...

I was a Turkey.

Thank you.

I'm not reading
any inbound contacts!

It looks good.
We're all alone out here!

But keep
your motion trackers on,

and stay sharp!

Novak, you're guarding
the southeast entrance!

Cooper, you guard the north.
Stay on station!

Watch your step.
If you fall through the ice,

it'll freeze over
in four seconds!

Good to know.

Yeah?

Hello?

Hello.

Yes, sir?

Could you get me
security section?

I need a backtrace on a call
I just received.

Just a moment.

Sir, the call came from
the baranca bed and breakfast

in sonoma county,
California.

Report contacts!

Position one holding!
Negative on contacts!

Position two holding!
No contact!

I'm all alone out here!

Syd, how do you copy in there?

Got you five by, Dixon.

Dixon, the ice
in this tunnel

looks a little shaky.

I'm going to go radio silent
until I pass through.

Copy that! Standing by!

I've had a picture of your face
in my mind for 20 years.

I remember a loving husband,

generous man, patriot.

I may have been under orders

to fabricate a life with you,

but there were times when
the illusion of our marriage

was as powerful for me

as it was for you,

especially when Sydney
was born.

Looking at you now,

I see that illusion
is finally gone.

I want to make something
very clear to you.

There are people here
who believe

you can repay the debt
you owe this country

through your continued
cooperation.

I am not one of them.

And if Sydney, in any way,

becomes victim
to your endgame,

I will kill you.

She spent most of her life
believing you were dead.

She'll get used to it
again,

no matter what bond
you try to forge with her.

You haven't told her
what you did to her

after I disappeared,

have you?

Base ops, this is freelancer.
Do you copy?

Read you loud and clear,
freelancer.

I found the music box.

It looks intact.

Stand by. I'm going to enter
the code my mother gave me.

Cooper! Novak!

I've got an inbound contact!
Northwest, 100 meters --

can you confirm?

Got 'em on radar!

Ditto!

But I don't see anyone!

The target has stopped!

Correction --

reading four!
Four tangos

approaching
from all directions!

They're heading
for the entrance!

I still don't
see anyone!

Sydney, do you copy?!

Sydney!

3-1-1...

2-5-4.

We've got audio.

Talk to me, Cooper!
Your tango is 10 meters away!

I don't see anything!

It's right on top
of you!

I'm telling you,
I'm all over it!

Cooper! Do you copy?

Talk to me, Cooper!

My contact's at 2 meters!

It's got to be
an equipment malfunction!

Novak!
They're under the ice!

Novak!

Do you copy, Sydney?

Okay, that's it.

Confirm you've got
the recording.

I'm ready to destroy
the music box.

Affirmative,
we've got the recording.

It's affirmative.
I'm 10-7.

Sydney,
do you copy?!

I read you, Dixon.
What's wrong?

Get out of there!
Sark's here!

Put the case down.

Slide it over.

It wayou giving us problems
at the launch.

I'd offer you passage back
to civilization,

but my submersible
only seats four.

It's the thought
that counts.