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Last season on "alias"....

I'm approaching the finish line

of a 30-year odyssey.

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

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.

Drop it!

Syd...

Why are you wearing that ring?

Since that night,

you've been missing for almost two years.

There was a fire at your apartment.

Will survived,

but you...

They found remains.

The DNA...

Was a match.

You were dead.

You were dead.

And...

You got married.

I did.

They asked me to come to Hong Kong.

The agency thought it would be best if...

You were re-introduced

by someone from your life before.

They could have sent my father.

He's CIA. He's...

From my life before.

I can't answer that.

I chose not to stay with the CIA after your death.

You're not with the agency?

No.

I'm a teacher.

This is, um...

Going to take me a while.

They want me to bring you back.

I mean, you can imagine what kind of investigation's

being called.

Hell of a way to wake up.

How much time do I have

before I have to go?

They said they want you --

I don't know who the hell you are,

but you are not Vaughn, you son of a bitch!

Tell me who the hell you're working for!

Is it sloane?

Tell me you're working for sloane!

Don't...

Don't --

You're safe.

You're at the Stafford naval hospital.

You're home again.

Sydney,

there are no words to make this easy.

It was Vaughn who came for you in Hong Kong.

And what he told you was the truth.

Dixon,

what happened to me?

We don't know.

Where's my father?

Or my mom? Have you heard from her since Mexico city?

Vaughn said will's alive.

If there was a fire in my apartment,

if he thought I was dead, how did will survive?

And where is he?

Sydney --

and francie -- is she dead?

Did they find her body, too?

You have a million questions. I understand --

I have a lot more than a million questions.

I wish I only had a million questions.

You're going to have to be patient. I'll talk to --

I can't be patient. I woke up like it was one night!

And I have a scar on my stomach I have never seen before.

You're telling me two years have passed,

and that I need to be patient? Listen to me, Sydney. You have to relax.

I think I deserve to know what happened

where the hell is Kendall? I want some answers!

Kendall is not the director of our division anymore.

I am.

Almost six months now.

Congratulations.

How you feeling?

I'm okay.

You look great.

You lost weight.

Oh, thanks. Yeah.

I sort of gave up all the foods that I enjoy.

I'm miserable, but I look really good.

Uh, we got something.

I need just a minute. Excuse me.

Sorry to be all cryptic.

It's okay. I get it.

We received a transmission an hour ago from Mr. Kingsley.

He got the package and the decoy.

He's on schedule, aboard a train to avignon.

Now we just received intel that the covenant

may be moving to intercept Kingsley and get the chip.

And we can't reach Kingsley?

No, he's radio silent.

But we have a new lead and address outside of Paris --

a possible outpost for the covenant.

Contact the sncf.

Have them stop the train at the next station

and re-check Kingsley's ticket.

And get a team in prep. I want to raid this outpost.

I have to get back.

Dixon, I want to see my dad.

What is the big deal?

Your father's in prison.

National security council has had him in solitary

for almost a year.

Their policy, without exception,

is that he is to have no visitors.

Mr. Kingsley...

You know what I want.

Give it to me,

and I will make your death painless.

Uhh!

One more time.

My shoe.

My left shoe.

Not what I wanted.

Ahh!

What?

You okay?

Syd?

I think I know.

Oh, my God.

I think I know where I was.

There are so many new people.

I don't know anyone here.

Oh, just give it time.

Excuse me. Excuse me, hello?

Hi. Sydney, uh...

I'm Marshall flinkman.

I work here --

tech design and operation here.

Marshall.

Of course I know who you are.

Oh, thank God.

Sydney, it is so amazing to see you.

I can't even really --

actually, I wrote a poem.

Uh...

Um...

"I've lost my keys.

Where are they?"

Sydney.

Carrie.

Welcome back.

You're pregnant.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. I am.

I, uh, wonder who the father is.

Are you guys married, too?

No. Not yet.

No, we're not married. We just haven't set the date yet.

We're not even engaged. We're just having a kid.

But we're talking about getting married. Not really.

Well, she just has an issue with wedlock.

Syd, Dixon's expecting us.

If you need anything, just ask, okay?

"I've lost my keys. Where are they?"

That's a metaphor.

We'd like to hear about what happened last night.

I had a memory -- a vivid memory of the interior

of the building where I was being held.

I know that it was in Paris,

and I remember the faces

of at least three of my captors.

Mr. weiss' report says you recall

overhearing voices, names,

including Mr. Kingsley?

This is Robert Lindsey.

He's our nsc liaison.

Yes.

So far that's all I remember.

It sounds like the group we're looking for

is the one that was holding our girl.

Last night there was a mass murder

on a French passenger train.

Among the dead was a CIA asset --

Scott Kingsley.

Kingsley did engineering work for us.

He designed an aircraft,

a spy drone, that could flight undetected by radar.

Kingsley was en route to avignon to deliver the schematics.

They were stolen.

This drone can be converted

into a delivery system.

Biological weapons, chemical -- I get it.

This group --

we know almost nothing about them.

They refer to themselves as the covenant.

We have some new intelligence

identifying one of their outposts.

We believe this is where they've taken the chip.

We're planning on sending a team to Paris

to raid the building.

Look familiar?

Yes.

See, we're going in with or without you.

Without you, we're blind.

You might recognize details we wouldn't even see otherwise.

I'm personally of the mind

that sending you into the field

so soon after your recovery is asinine.

Well, then, Mr. Dixon, you might ask yourself

how much you really want to apprehend these killers...

Do not question my resolve.

Perhaps you might listen to what I'm suggesting --

certainly not that we throw miss Bristow...

It's as dangerous as not being trained at all.

Okay, excuse me. I'm standing right here.

I think I might be helpful in Paris.

But I will not even consider going

unless you help me first.

I want to see my father

right now.

Miss Bristow, just so we're clear,

I have no intention of ever doing your father

one single favor...

Ever.

That being said, it's not your fault he's your father.

And I'm not without a heart, as you will come to see.

I'll get you in this one time.

Thanks.

Sweetheart.

You look so beautiful.

They told me you were charged with resisting authority.

Yes.

Dad, I don't understand.

I became obsessed with your death,

with finding those responsible.

And at a certain point in my pursuit,

I needed help.

So I contacted the one person

I believed I could trust,

given the circumstances --

your mother.

You were working with mom?

At the time, she was number six

on the CIA's most wanted list.

The national security council,

primarily Robert Lindsey --

have you met him? Yes.

He discovered that I was collaborating

with your mother, so he threatened me.

Questioned my allegiance to this country.

He chose to make an example of me.

An nsc power play. Here we are.

I was told you have a memory,

that you believe you were being held in Paris.

It's an anti-eavesdrop device.

I got it from Marshall. We have 90 seconds.

Dad, I don't remember a thing.

What? I read Dixon's lips

when he was talking outside my hospital room.

I just made it up to get leverage,

and now they want to send me on a mission.

Leverage for what?

To see you.

They told me I couldn't see you, and...

I needed to.

Dad, I don't know if I can explain

what it's like waking up

and having everything be different.

My friends are gone. I have no job,

I have no home, and Vaughn's married,

and you're in prison -- Vaughn's what?

He got married.

Michael Vaughn is just a boy

who was never good enough for you anyway.

Sydney, listen to me.

My investigation into your death

became even more disturbing than I expected.

You must continue my work

and find the truth about what happened to you.

Do you understand me?

Yes.

The only way to do that is by getting

your CIA clearance restored,

having access to my private files,

getting back out in the field.

Dad, I don't think I can do this without you.

We both know that's not true,

and you have no choice anyway.

The CIA, I'm certain, is dubious about your return.

Somehow you must get them to trust you again.

If they learn you are bluffing about your memory,

it's all over.

Dad, what did you mean,

the investigation was disturbing?

Sydney...

I knew you were alive.

I made a discovery that you --

You probably know this...

But I love you.

I love you, too.

Is to find and retrieve the microchip.

Also, to acquire any intel about the organization

who we believe is in possession of this chip.

We've had the building under satellite surveillance.

It appears to be abandoned, but there are no guarantees.

You've all met agent Bristow.

She was held prisoner in this building.

So while I will be leading the operation,

we will take into account any warnings and insights

agent Bristow has to offer. Any questions?

Let's go.

Hey, you all right?

Yeah.

Move!

Retriever to base.

We're in position. Any last minute fun?

We've got no activity outside the target building,

and thermal imaging shows the interior to be clean.

That's good to hear. Anything from mountaineer?

Hey, any of this look familiar?

Not yet.

Roger that. Retriever, move on your call.

Okay, guys, here we go. Let's keep an eye out

for tripwires, and watch your back.

Let's move. Roger that, team leader.

Alpha team, no sign of hostiles in quadrant two.

Proceeding east down quadrant six corridor.

Hallway clear. Heading towards quadrant three.

Alpha team, hallway clear.

Team leader, building appears to be abandoned.

Hey, remember this?

- Base to retriever. - Yeah, go, base.

We're picking up some company --

quadrant 16, heading two o' clock.

Retriever to team,

be on the outlook for a possible hostile.

Quadrant 16 headed toward quadrant nine.

Retriever, we're seeing activity.

I'm counting three -- now five -- additionals.

Team, we now have five potential hostiles.

Let's get ready to engage.

Base, we're under attack! We're under attack!

Fall back now!

Fall back now! Go, go, go!

There are two more of them, quadrant six.

All agents abort. Fall back now.

Let's split up and take them from behind.

Okay.

Go!

Oh, come on, Morris. Stay with me.

Come on.

Are you okay?

Yeah, go get him.

They're dead --

all of them.

Oh, my God, weiss.

If I had told the truth, this might not have happened.

What are you talking about?

I've never been here before.

The dream I had --

I just -- I needed to regain the CIA's trust.

And now the team's dead.

Syd, this operation was on

whether you came or not.

And if you hadn't, I'd be dead, too.

I don't know what to do. I --

everything's wrong. Everything is upside down.

We got to get home.

I can't go back!

Robert Lindsey hates my father.

He doesn't trust me.

He wanted results from this operation.

He wanted the chip.

If I go back after this, he'll pull my clearance.

I'll never be able to help my father.

What are you thinking?

This was obviously an ambush.

Those gunmen worked for the covenant.

The one who was going to kill you -- I saw his face.

If I can make a positive I.D.,

that could lead to the chip.

Leverage.

To do what?

To get my father out of custody.

To recover what was stolen from the CIA.

To make sure these men didn't die for nothing.

I'm going to need a contact --

a freelancer, not with the CIA.

Someone with resources.

All of my names are two years old.

You're not going to like my suggestion.

You should go see arvin sloane.

What?

Sloane negotiated a pardon after your...Death.

He's now a consultant for the CIA.

Yeah, he now runs a world health organization

in Zurich --

omnifam.

Listen to me.

We never had this conversation.

After the gunfight, I disappeared.

You never saw me again. So what are you going to do?

Syd?

Excuse me. Miss?

Miss, you can't go in there!

It's okay.

We're fine.

Hello, Sydney.

There's a group the CIA has targeted.

They call themselves the covenant.

They've stolen something I need to get back.

I've made a visual I.D. Of one of their members.

I need to put a name to his face.

You're going to help me find him.

Well, you must be in real trouble

to come to me for assistance.

His name is gorde volkov.

He's a former Russian mvd.

A high-class hit man.

You just happen to have his file sitting on your desk?

I had it ready because I was expecting you.

Sydney, I know you've gone rogue,

and that your father is being held in solitary.

And based on my personal experience with you,

I would say that you're looking for a way to win his freedom.

Am I right?

Sydney...

Just try and remember the bond that we had between us,

you and I.

I loved you like a daughter.

I loved you.

And even you would admit there were times --

I would see it in your eyes.

You looked at me like I was your fa--

where the hell have I been the last two years?

I know it was you!

What the hell did you do to me?!

Sydney, do you believe in redemption?

Not for you, no.

We've helped to feed

over 3 1/2 million children worldwide.

We do research.

Our work on cancer has the potential

to save millions of lives, Sydney.

So much has changed since you've been gone.

Remember the rambaldi device?

A machine designed 500 years ago by a prophet.

All I did was bring all the pieces together

and have it assembled.

And when I turned it on,

it delivered a message, as I suspected it would.

I wasn't prepared for what it said.

The message was just one word --

one simple word.

"Peace."

The epiphany I had at that moment --

suddenly I saw all the mistakes I made,

the pain that I had inflicted on the world,

the people I loved.

So I chose right then and there

to give information to the CIA,

with which they were able to dismantle

over two dozen terrorist cells.

I don't know how you convinced the CIA

that you're trustworthy.

Why don't you check my files?

I know you too well.

I don't buy any of it.

Allo?

Allo. Je cherche monsieur marchand.

Il n'est pas un marchand ici.

Merci.

No, signora...

Allo?

Monsieur Bernard?

I tried to reach over two dozen contacts.

You're the only one still active.

Thank you for coming.

Of course.

Forgive me if I look shocking to you,

but I was believing that you were dead.

I was, but now I'm not.

This is why I love our business.

I need some information.

I hope I can help you.

Gorde volkov.

Lindsey.

I just got a call from the d.O.J.

You had Sydney Bristow listed as an enemy of the state?

Mr. Dixon, your operative ran.

Sydney Bristow is a fugitive. There's --

this is why I did not want to send her out to begin with.

Given her condition, we should be helping her, not --

I hate to pull rank, but the department of justice

is my jurisdiction. Blindly trusting Sydney --

I have never suggested that we blindly trust anyone,

but classifying her in this way makes her a target.

Then make a suggestion.

I suggest that we use our resources to locate her.

Oh, she'll be located.

I want her back in this office alive.

Volkov has a meeting scheduled

for tomorrow night in Prague.

I have the address.

He's supposed to be delivering something.

What it is, I do not know.

Perhaps it is your thing.

Do you know what he drives?

A sedan -- armored, of course --

with a protective detail.

Sydney, if you want to stop that car,

you will need backup.

No, I don't.

But I will need clothes.

♪ I get what I want when I want it ♪

♪ I hide it away

♪ and I know it's too late ♪

♪ to change my mind

♪ I give what it takes, to be here ♪

♪ for one more notch in the wall ♪

♪ to be one step closer to the end of it all

♪ You die a little more each day ♪

♪ you die a little more each day ♪

♪ so get over it

♪ they'll lock you away or open your eyes ♪

♪ yeah, someday we'll all have our turn ♪

Sydney.

I have the plans for the drone.

If you want them back,

get the nsc to release my father immediately.

Excuse me. I won't be blackmailed by a fugitive.

Did you really think you could come in here

and threaten me?

Yeah.

What the hell are you doing?

I want it in writing that today is the day

Jack Bristow is to be released from custody.

I'm addressing you, Mr. Lindsey.

I want that get-out-of-jail- free card for my father,

or these are gone.

This is ridiculous.

Mr. Dixon, please provide Mr. Lindsey with a pen.

I've got my own pen.

And there's not a chance I'm using it.

It's your call. 5...

This is insane. 4...

Mr. Lindsey, she will destroy those plans.

3...2...

1.

Fine.

Thank you.

B-r-I-s-t-o-w.

I know how to spell your name.

I came by to see how you were.

Are you kidding me?

No, I just wanted to make sure that --

you didn't come here to see how I am.

You came here to see how you are,

because you know in your heart what you did.

You want to make sure you're okay.

I buried you.

Consider that for one second --

don't use rational thought as a defense with me,

not after all you and I have seen.

Vaughn, you and I live and breathe madness

every day on the job.

There is no rational thought.

I can't even pretend to have a conversation

about anything else with you.

What it comes down to is faith.

What I was hoping you would say is,

"Sydney, I gave up. I gave up on us.

I lost faith."

But what you came here for was closure,

and there is not a chance

you are getting that from me.

I'm not going to say I understand.

I'm not going to sympathize with you and tell you

how hard it must be for you.

You want to know how I am?

I am horrible.

Vaughn, I am ripped apart.

And not because I lost you,

but because...

If it had been me,

I would have waited.

I would have found the truth.

I wouldn't have given up on you.

And now I realize

what an absolute waste

that would have been.

♪ When an ocean... Sits right between us ♪

♪ there is no sign that we'll ever cross ♪

♪ you should know now

♪ that I feel the loss

thank you.

There's something I need to show you.

Not here.

Almost a year after your apparent death,

I was on an operation.

One of the men I was tracking

was this man --

andrean lazaray. Russian diplomat.

I've never seen him before.

This was from a hidden camera that I placed.

This is how I knew you were alive.

You don't recall that man at all?

No.

No!