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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.