All language subtitles for Alias S02E15 A Free Agent_Track02

Previously on "alias"...

SD-6 has nothing to do
with the CIA.

Dixon, you've been lied to.

What are you --

SD-6 is part
of the alliance!

You've been working
for the enemy

you though
you were fighting.

We've gotten reports
from all team leaders.

We appear to be in control
of all alliance facilities.

Dixon --

hey, look, this
will be over soon.

I promise.

Don't talk to me.

You're so beautiful.

Dinner's ready.

You have an oven,
you know?

We can reheat.

How are we going
to stay awake today?

Who cares?

♪ Sleeping through the dreams
that make you whole ♪

Vaughn?

How come you never
call me Michael?

I do sometimes.

Vaughn?

What?

I'm graduating today.

What?

When the hell
did you have time

to take a class this year?

I wasn't even going to go
to the ceremony, but --

and I've been lying here
remembering

why I never gave school up,

and why I killed myself
writing papers

instead of just --

I don't know --

accepting that I'd be
an agent forever.

You're going to quit
the CIA, aren't you?

I'm afraid I can't
endorse your resignation.

Excuse me?
Well,
with the alliance gone,

we got a hell of a mess
to clean up.

Well, that's opinion.
And what about arvin sloane,

whom I think you would have
a special interest

in bringing to justice?

Sloane is just
a cog in a machine

that doesn't exist anymore.
He's wanted in 40 countries.

I did everything for the CIA
I said I would, and I'm done.

Jack, you want
to jump in here?

For years, I wanted
nothing more

than to see you
live a normal life.

However, your value
to the CIA is irrefutable.

So, while this is
ultimately your choice,

I suggest that,
given the enormity

of the last two weeks,

you may not want to make
life-altering decisions

without a little more
perspective.

I've had two years
of perspective.

I am through letting
arvin sloane control my life,

and I don't need
your approval to resign.

I told you as a courtesy.

Well, then I will pay you
the courtesy of informing you

that if you leave
this agency,

you forfeit the clearance
to see your mother.

What, are you
blackmailing me?

Civilians aren't authorized
to be in this facility,

let alone have access
to a terrorist

that we can't even acknowledge
is in our custody.

In or out, kiddo?

Can't have it both ways.

Legally, he's right.

Ethically, he's an ass.

Congratulations.

Your father told me
about your success.

What about your associates
at SD-6?

You had friends there,
yes?

I haven't seen them yet.

I mean, they're still
being debriefed.

I'm sorry that I haven't been
to see you in a while.

Well, I understand.

I'm sure this has been
overwhelming for you.

I graduate today.

I know.

I would think
you'd be more relieved

with SD-6
and the alliance gone.

I'm thinking
of leaving the CIA,

which would mean

giving up
my clearance to see you.

You're too forgiving,
Sydney.

Don't pretend
I'm something I'm not.

I've never been
a real mother to you, and...

You don't owe me
a second chance.

If you make this decision
about me, you're a fool.

In fact,
if you decide to stay,

I won't agree
to see you anymore.

Take care of yourself.

Research done here
in the museum

has improved
our understanding

of the reproduction
of this rare species.

Aaron! Aaron!
Aaron! Don't run.

I just want to go back
to the jellyfish.

Okay. Always make sure
we can see you, okay?

And hold on to your jacket.
Aaron...

It seeks out
cave-like areas

in the stony walls
of the ocean

and adheres its eggs
to the interior walls.

Okay...

So, you're going
to stay here, right?

Yes.

You gonna stay here?
Yeah.

Okay?
Yeah.

I'll be right over there
with your daddy, okay?

Where are you?

Here. I'm here.

Neil,
it's Aaron's birthday.

Your head's still
at the blackboard.

Honey...

I-I just --

I need two more months,
that's it.

I-I am this close --

I can't stand any more
promises you don't keep.

I don't know
how else to do this.

Maybe you don't.
There are other fields.

Once the polytechnic
goes public with the design,

then I'll slow down.

I mean, I'll stop.

I promise.

Think about your father.

Aaron's growing up,
and you're missing it.

Where is he?

Research done here
in the museum

has improved our understanding

of the reproduction
of this rare species.

Aaron!
Aaron!

Aaron? Aaron?

Excuse me, did you see
a little boy?

He's 5 years old.

He's got a striped shirt on.
He's got brown hair.

His name's Aaron.
No, I'm sorry.

I'll check the gift shop.

Aaron!

Mr. caplan.

I believe I can help you
locate your son.

And your wife.

Here she comes.

Oh, there she --

okay, seriously?

Oh, my God.

Francie, what?

Earrings, necklace?
What do I need?

Let's see...

You look beautiful.

I'm so proud of you.

Thank you.

What's a four-letter word
for "ice cream thickener"?

Hello?
Agar. A-g-a-r.

How'd you know that?
Phone's for you.

Hello?

Congratulations, Sydney.

You have so many things
to celebrate today.

I myself am still coping

with the pain
and disappointment

of learning that you and Jack
were double agents --

the two people I trusted
most in the world.

How many s's are in
"Massachusetts"? Oh, sorry.

Our first honest
conversation, Sydney,

and you have nothing
to say?

Listen to me,
you son of a bitch.

You have been
a plague on my life.

You repulse me.

Every time I sat
across from you

listening to your lies,

all I could do was fantasize
about slashing your throat!

Well, I can't pretend
to be surprised

that you feel that way.

My only hope is that you
can learn to forgive me.

As hurt as I am,
I know I can forgive you.

After all, Sydney,
I helped you.

What are you
talking about?

You don't really think
it was a coincidence

that I happened to be away
these last two weeks, do you?

The intel that you acquired
that allowed the CIA

to take down
the alliance --

I provided that.

My involvement
with the alliance

is merely a means
to an end.

Why are you
telling me this?

Because
knowing that I'm alive

is going to tempt you
to come after me.

Don't.

We've helped set each other
free, Sydney.

And as much
as I wish you well,

I will end your life
if you get in my way.

He called me
at home to warn me.

No matter where he is,
I can be gotten to.

Unfortunately,
you're not the only one.

Neil caplan --
he's a mathematician

working out of caltech.

The bureau just confirmed

that he and his family
were kidnapped

from the long beach aquarium
yesterday.

Parking lot surveillance
cameras recorded this.

Sark.

Doubtful
he's acting alone.

I assume his partnership
with sloane

is alive and well.

What do they want
with a mathematician?

He specializes
in a branch of mathematics

called knot theory.

Knot as in tie a knot?

Simply put, it's the study
of geometric objects

and how they fit together.

All alliance facilities
have been raided,

yet we haven't found
a single rambaldi artifact.

If sloane was expecting
our raid,

he could have had
everything moved

to a secure location.

He must be using caplan
to help him

assemble
a rambaldi device.

So, what happens when sloane
puts the pieces together?

Whether or not you believe
rambaldi was a prophet,

he did anticipate
technical advances,

many of which seem
most applicable to warfare.

It's likely sloane
is building a weapon.

He planned for this.

He wanted
the alliance gone.

And this family
that he's taken hostage,

these aren't the only people
whose lives he'll destroy.

This is never going to stop.

Your resignation form.

Sign it,
and you're out.

Your glasses.

Mr. caplan,
my name is arvin sloane.

Where's my family?

They're alive.
And if you cooperate,

you'll be reunited
soon enough.

Where am I?

Years ago,

I was with the army corps
of engineers.

They wanted me
to study this.

That manuscript
is 500 years old.

Those sketches were drawn

by a man
named milo rambaldi.

You will see
that rambaldi prophesied

scientific principles
centuries ahead of his time.

Prototypes of his designs
have turned up

all over the world.

For the past 30 years,
I've been collecting them.

I don't understand
why you want me.

I'm nobody.

You're going to help me
put them together.

Because, you see,
Mr. caplan,

I know
that you feel like

you're only
a hostage right now,

but I assume you became
a scientist to discover

what secrets the universe
has to offer.

Believe me,
when we're done here,

you'll be thanking me
for giving you the answers.

So why don't you go ahead
and take a look?

I wanted to be the one

to come in and tell you
officially

that you've been cleared.

The CIA has concluded
that you had no knowledge

of what was really
going on at SD-6.

They want to offer you
a place here.

Dixon, you have to know
that you were my anchor.

Your friendship

was the only thing
that kept me sane.

How long have you known?

Two years.

I wanted to tell you
so many times,

but I was ordered not to.

The CIA had no way
to verify

what I knew in my heart
was true --

that you would never
consciously work

for a man
like arvin sloane.

We were partners.

You lied to me,

then chose to tell me
the truth

when it was convenient
for you.

I never want to see you
again.

Okay, I'll need taps
into all gov networks --

NSA, dod, FBI, CIA.

Oh, I'll need a red phone
to the president.
No.

That's all right.
I just thought I'd ask.

I'll need a cryogen
atr prototype rig.

Don't worry, I'll put my own
baffles on the heat sync

so it won't be too loud.

Wow.

Marshall.
I'm Michael Vaughn.

Welcome to the CIA.

Heard that one before.

Well, this time
it's for real.

We have a desk
set up for you.

Oh, Syd.

Marshall.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah. I mean,
every few minutes,

I have to fight the urge
to weep openly.

I'm not really sure
where that's coming from yet,

but I think
that's healthy, right?

Listen, I know you need
time to adjust,

but we could really use
your help with something.

We're trying to find sloane,
but we can't access

any information
from his computer.

Well, he probably erased
everything

from his hard drive
before he left,

and the deletion program
I installed last year

exceeded dod sanitizing
standards 'cause, you know,

I thought I was working
for the government.

You know the story,
because you also thought

you were working for --
I mean, you actually were

working for the government,
and we didn't really know.

But, I mean, that's okay --

I'll see what I can do.

Hey, baby.

Got your message.

Sorry your business trip
was delayed.

Where are the kids?

At the park with Mandy.

Glad the bank
at least gave you

the rest of the day off.

Diane.

Hmm?

We need to talk.

What is it?

Is it your mother?

No.

I don't work
at a bank.

I never have.

Well, I was able to recover
a few fragments

from the ram drive
on sloane's database.

One of them was the most
recent doc he was working on.

It's a digital rolodex.

Now, he checked one address
in particular --

holden gendler, van nuys.

Guy's a cybernetic
specialist.

I'll go.

Now, usually redeye
is a photographic effect

caused by light reflecting
in the pupil.

But in holden gendler's case,
it was caused by this.

It's an intra-ocular
retinal implant.

You care to elaborate?

Yeah, of course, Mr. Ken--
director.

'Cause you're the --
director Kendall, right?

Um, that's one "l"?

Two.

It's two. Of course.
Why would it be --

by the way, sir,
this place --

so much cooler than SD-6.

How about the point?
Of course. Sorry.

So, basically,
this guy gendler,

he was blind
in his left eye,

so he used himself
as a Guinea pig

for wetware experiments --

interfacing technology
with the human brain.

Real cutting edge.

Basically, this implant connects
with the optical nerve,

which sends impulses
to the vision center

in his brain.

What did sloane want
with a wetware expert?

All alliance members were
injected with a tracking device.

Sloane must have
hired gendler

to deactivate his
so he could disappear.

Right, but there's more.

Now, this little baby
records everything it sees

on an internal memory.

Now, the l.E.D. Light was
blinking because it was full,

so I was able to download
12 hours of footage.

Now, there was no audio,

so I created
a lip-reading program --

just whipped it up,
no extra charge.

And, uh...Take a look
at what I found.

This is the last thing
gendler saw.

Mr. sloane.

It's sloane.

I've chartered a c-123

out of shipman
to transport the artifacts.

I'll be in touch.

"Shipman" could refer

to the airfield
in the mojave desert.

We've surveilled it before.

It's operated by a transatlantic
smuggling cartel --

ex-military, dishonorably
discharged after the Gulf war.

They're well-armed,
highly organized,

and they do have
a c-123 in their fleet.

I can have a tactical team
there in three hours.

Once these guys understand
their legal options,

they'll be inclined
to tell us where sloane went.

Interrogating the employees
could take days,

and sloane doesn't just
let hostages go

when he's done with them.

I'm open to suggestions.

If we could get
into the facility undetected

and access
the flight data recorder

on the plane
sloane chartered,

we could track him directly
to his last destination.

Spoken
like a true volunteer.

I'm hungry.

Where's my husband?

Your husband
is a gifted individual,

and we need his assistance
for a short while.

Should he choose
to cooperate,

this will soon be
an unpleasant memory.

We'd like for you
to tell your husband

that you support
his cooperation,

and that if he doesn't,

your son will be
the first to suffer.

Oh, God.

So, Mr. Johnson, I need these
shipped to Beijing by tomorrow.

You know what I find
most interesting, Mr. ludlow?

Is that for an accomplished
arms merchant,

I've never heard your name.

Now, if you really are
an expert,

you'll know what kind
of gun is pointed

at the back of your head

by the sound of the hammer.

An m1911.

But if he were really
going to shoot me,

he would have disengaged
the thumb safety.

I got a charter leaving
for Asia in half an hour.

If the money
and the delivery instructions

are in that briefcase
as we discussed,

it's been a pleasure
doing business with you.

Good call on the gun.
I might have said baretta m-9.

Figured I had
a 50/50 chance.

Found the aft access panel.

I'm looking
for the flight data recorder.

Found it.

Attaching the disk imager.

Receiving uplink now.

Uplink complete.
Get out of there.

What are you doing here?

I don't have a work order
on this aircraft.

Give me your I.D.
I'm calling this in.

Tower,
I need confirmation --

Vaughn, I've been made.

Meet me at
the northwest hangar.
Copy that. On my way.

Get in!

Go!

Where did you stay
last night?

At my sister's.

The kids are there.

The time you were shot...

You told me
that you had been mugged.

If you had died that day,

I would have buried
a stranger.

Look, I don't know
if a single word

you have ever said to me
was true.

My love for you is true.

My love for our children
is true.

As a husband...

As a father.

I couldn't honestly say
I was protecting our family

unless I was out there.

Except you were working
for the people

that make the world
more dangerous.

I thought I was serving
our country.

This man --

sloane...

I will never
lie to you again.

The CIA has offered me
a job.

Marcus,

I did not choose
a life of wondering

whether my husband
was coming home every night.

You take that job,

you take it alone.

Will you help us?

You want me to help you,
you let my family go.

That is the only way!

No.

That is not
the only way.

Help them.

Do whatever they want,
please,

or they're going
to hurt Aaron.

You want me to help you
put this thing together.

Are you telling me
that these pieces exist?

You're sitting in a warehouse
full of them.

According to this,

each artifact
is generating

its own
unique magnetic field.

These fields determine where
in the overall design

the pieces go.

The problem is,

there's no room for error
in the calculations,

and the equipment you gave me
isn't sensitive enough

for me to measure the fields
with perfect accuracy.

I need something
I don't have.

The magnetometer
you're developing

for the Swiss polytechnic.

How do you know about that?

I know about
a lot of things.

You're asking me
to do something I cannot do.

The magnetometer
was designed

to measure magnetic fields
in space.

It would be sensitive enough
to do this kind of work,

but until it's cleared
patent,

the polytechnics have got it
locked up in a vault somewhere.

The amcorp bank.

It's 2 Miles from here.

We're in Switzerland?

By tomorrow you'll have
what you need.

Just a few more days,
Emily.

Well, I'm still waiting
for the owner to counter.

Yeah, of course
it has a garden.

As a matter of fact,
I'm looking out the window

at the garden right now.

Yes.

I miss you, too, my love.

What happens when your wife's
ready to move

to her tuscan villa?

I purchased it
six months ago.

I made contact
with our point man.

He's assembling a team
for the bank.

But I must question
your decision

to lead them in yourself.

In spite
of your precautions,

it's wildly risky,

given your new level
of notoriety.

I'm approaching the finish line
of a 30-year odyssey.

I won't let anyone else
take the final steps for me.

This is the flight plan
we retrieved

from the plane's
data recorders.

Sloane left shipman

for an island
off the coast of Bermuda.

We're sending in a team,

but it's doubtful
he's still there

because the plane then went on
to the Zurich airport.

It's a start, but he could
be anywhere by now.

Unless we assume sloane
went to Switzerland

for a reason, that he isn't
merely passing through.

In that case,

we can expect him
to hire local support --

mercenaries.

I dealt with a guy
in Switzerland --

a headhunter we once used
to put together

a black ops team
in Western Europe.

He controls
most of the local territory.

Sloane would use him
if he needed mercs.

Well, assuming he did,
if this guy knows you're CIA,

he could tip sloane off.

He doesn't.

We hired him fronting
as a French crime syndicate.

Set up a meet.
You two are on a plane.

The bank's
facial recognition cameras

will measure my underlying
bone structure.

The cameras target

the distance
between your cheekbones.

The prosthetics I'll apply
are lined with a carbon powder.

The system's database
won't find a match.

Even an X-ray
would be fooled.

Well, then let's begin.

♪ One, two, three, four!

♪ Sitting at home
all alone at night ♪

♪ I'm trying not to break
everything in sight ♪

♪ and I don't wanna
call you on the telephone ♪

♪ every time I call you
on the telephone ♪

And I'm not French mafia.
I'm CIA.

We've tolerated your existence
because you've been helpful,

but that tolerance
can end now.

We have reason to believe
one of these men

recently approached you

to hire
some of your contacts.

Warm or cold?

If you had told me
the CIA

was simply interested
in my client list,

I would have told you
to go make love

with your mother.

Aah!

Hands!

Aah!
You broke my --

tell me if they came
to see you!
You broke my nose!

Talk to me!
Okay, okay, they came.
They hired some men.

For what?
I don't know the details.

Tell me what you know!

The woman and the child --
I know where they are.

Where?!
In the other room.
Downstairs!

They're here.

♪ Let's go

C'est moi.

Don't move!

It's okay.

We're CIA agents.
You're safe.

You're safe.
Come on.

Oh, God!

You're safe.
You're safe.

Where's my husband?

We're still
looking for him.

We're doing
everything we can.

What's your name?

Sydney. Sydney Bristow.

Thank you, Sydney.

Shh, shh, shh.

Syd, one of the guys
had a cell phone.

If either sark or sloane call
directly, we can trace him.

We still don't get
how you detected

the tap we put on the SD-6
network last year.

Yes, that was
a noble attempt, gentlemen,

a noble attempt.

But, uh, you see,
what happened was

it was interfering with my
online dungeon master game.

My gnome kept skipping
a frame

every time he swung
his battle ax, so...

Oh, my God,
my first phone call.

Excuse me.

Yeah, this is Marshall.

Marshall, it's me.

I need you to run
a location trace

on every incoming call
that was made to the phone

I'm talking to you on.

Sure, Syd. No problem.

Okay, I need you to scroll
to the incoming call menu

on the phone and then hit
pound, pound, then send.

Okay, hold on.

Okay, I'm getting
15 locations.

Any of them in Zurich?

Uh, two. The first one
was made from a pay phone

at the Zurich airport.

No good. Next.

Made from a cell phone.

I can probably triangulate
the location if it's on.

I got it!
It's moving.

Where is it?

Looks like the amcorp bank
on new market street.

I'll call you right back.

We're going
to new market street.

Marshall, we're heading
South on burgstrasse.
The robbery is in progress.

Burgstrasse. Are you
copying my signal?

Yeah, yeah, I got you.
Make a right at the next light.

Hold on!

Mr. skopic, welcome.

I'm Claude sheurer,
president of amcorp bank.

We spoke on the phone.

Ah, yes.

Thank you for accommodating me
on such short notice.

Not at all.

$50 million in cash
is not the kind of thing

one likes to leave under
one's pillow for very long.

This is our bank manager
Peter kunz.

Hello.

Pleasure.

He will take you
to our vault

while I secure
your deposit.

Good. Good.

Can we offer you
anything?

An espresso?

Oh, thank you very much.
You are most kind.

But due to a sensitive
stomach,

my physician has prohibited
caffeine from my diet.

Very well. After you.

I've spliced into
the face recognition database.

You've cleared their system.

I'll need 10 seconds.

Keep him talking
a little longer.

Herr kunz, may I ask you
something?

This American war
on terrorism --

has it affected your procedure
in any way at all?

Looping the feed...Now.

I assure you,
our institution

is one of the most secure
in the world.

Box 4747.

Okay, take a left
into the alley.

I guess it's pointless to say
we should wait for backup.

Sydney, you're going
too fast. Sydney!

Who's in charge?

What can I do for you?

We're United States agents.
Lock down your vault.

You're being robbed.

I think you're mistaken.

It's looped.
That's him!

Sydney's in the lobby!

She's by the entrance.

Sloane!

Hold your fire!

Get down!

I warned you, Sydney.

I can't guarantee your safety
in a situation like this.

There is no way I'm letting
you walk out of here.

Ah...

You must be the man
that sark told me about,

the man that Sydney
was willing to kill me for.

She would have killed you
for a lot less.

The police are on their way.

We have caplan's family.
Give up!

We've rigged
the lower level

with enough c-4 to level
the entire city block.

So if we don't walk
out of here...

Nobody does.

You're bluffing.

I'm not the only one
carrying a remote trigger.

The entire bank is monitored
via satellite

by an off-site team.

If they don't see me
walk out of here in...

30 seconds,

they'll detonate.

So I suggest that you both
lower your guns.

Lower your guns.

Toss them on the ground.

You, my dear...

You'll be driving me
out of here.