All language subtitles for Alias S03E02 Succession_Track02

Previously on "alias"...

Freeze!
Freeze!

Where the hell
is my father?

Not a problem.

My loyalties
are flexible.

You got married?

I did.

You want to know how I am?
I am horrible!

Not because I lost you,

but because
if it had been me,

I would have waited.

I chose 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.

Andrean lazarey,
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.

No.

Okay, Sydney,
the test is over.

If you were still
under the influence

of any valid brainwashing
technique, I'd know it.

As for your memory loss,
some forms of torture --

electroconvulsive,
shock therapy, for example --

can cause amnesia.

He was unarmed.

Dad, I slit
that man's throat.

Your remorse is premature.

Without knowing
the circumstances,

you can't be sure
you didn't have just cause.

I know you don't want
the CIA to see this tape

to protect me,
but maybe they should.

Sydney, they'll detain you
indefinitely.

If they learn
you murdered lazarey,

you won't be able
to participate

in finding out
what happened to you

over the last two years,
which, frankly, I need you for.

I don't trust myself
right now, dad.

Maybe the CIA shouldn't,
either.

Well, I trust you.

I'll keep looking
into lazarey.

Your mother may be helpful,
assuming she's still alive.

I haven't spoken to her
for a year,

but we established a protocol
for making contact.

I'll try and reach her.
For now,

you deserve to get on
with your life.

Why does lifting heavy objects
automatically mean

that I need
one of those beers?

Chop-chop.

Maybe because you're
a slave to advertising.

Oh. Thank you.

Hey, was that a smile?

It's nice
to see that again.

Yeah.

You sure you're okay
with this?

I mean, you gonna be
all right?

You know,
living by yourself.

I just can't wrap
my head around it.

I mean, francie's been dead
for two years,

but I feel like I saw her
a few days ago.

And now that will
is in Witness Protection,

I can't even contact him.

All my friends
are just gone.

Not all your friends.

This place isn't so bad.

Oh, come on.

Two blocks from the beach.

Are you kidding me?

Can I ask you something?

Yeah.

Vaughn's wife --

what's she like?

I don't know if you
really want to hear this.

When Vaughn heard
that you were dead,

Syd, he...

He dropped off
the face of the earth.

I mean, literally, Syd.

He was -- he was
out of the country

for, like, six months,

and you need to know

that he wasn't cavalier
about moving on.

I mean, I could
barely even convince him

to consider
coming back to the agency.

He's thinking
about coming back?

Well, you don't have
to worry about that,

'cause it's not
going to happen.

Because of me,
because I came back, right?

Weiss. Yeah.

Got it.
We'll be right there.

At 1300 u.T.C.,

two agents of the central
intelligence agency

were abducted in Berlin.

We claim responsibility
for this act of aggression

against the world's
remaining superpower.

Who we are is unimportant.

What we represent
is unimportant.

What we want is to be heard.

Within this audio file
are coordinates

leading to a designated
location.

Go there. Retrieve the package.
Follow our demands.

The two agents --
klein and rotter --

were working undercover for us
at leizig aerospace.

We believe
they were abducted

by a group
known as the covenant,

a loose affiliation
of Russian nationalists

comprised of former
central committee members

and retired kgb.

Though we know little
about them,

the covenant
seems to function

like an organized crime
family.

The covenant specified
is a theater in Munich

in the red light district.

Actually,
it's an adult theater.

Now, I checked, and, um,
today's feature --

now, a rough translation --

I don't actually
speak German.

It's "penile code part deux."

If anybody cares,
I have the times.

I don't like the idea
of sending someone in alone

to pick up the package.

It's doubtful they'd betray us
at this stage.

Breaking their own rules

before we even know
their demands

would result in a loss
of negotiating credibility.

I'll go.

I want to.

Run the op-tech
with Marshall.

That's it.

Syd, stay a minute.

I'd rather send weiss.

You're allowed
to give yourself time

before you jump back in
with both feet.

The best way I can think of
to start feeling normal

is to start acting
that way.

Dixon, I need this.

I'm allowing you to go,
but you should know

you're not the only
CIA operative

who has experienced
lost time.

There's a group.

Their next meeting's
at the end of the week.

I'm in the theater.

We got you
on fly-by, mountaineer.

Perimeter's clear.
No suspect signals.

We're on standby.

It's a box.

I'm sweeping it
for explosives.

It's clean.
I'm going to open it up.

Proceed with caution,
mountaineer.

Oh, God.

What is it?

One of the agents.

Klein.
It's his head.

There's a piece of paper

wedged in his mouth.

Give me a sec.

It's written in Russian.

I have their list
of demands.

The death of Peter klein

is a great loss
to this agency.

But keep in mind,
his colleague is still alive,

and it's our job
to bring him home.

National security council
director Robert Lindsey

will be coordinating
with us.

As some of you
already know,

the covenant has agreed
to return our remaining agent

in exchange for the release
of Mr. sark.

And I'm here to inform you

trading sark
for your remaining asset

has been authorized
by the nsc.

Wait a minute.

We can't just let him go.

To the best of our knowledge,
sark's been bled dry

of every piece of intel
he knows.

The burden of criminal
justice notwithstanding,

he now has a value to us
only as a commodity in trade.

Without knowing
why these people want sark,

how can we even
consider this?

We think we know
why they want him.

They want him
so they can kill him.

Intelligence provided
by arvin sloane indicates

that sark may be responsible
for the death

of a high-ranking member
within the covenant.

They may want revenge.

If your revenge theory
is wrong,

we're setting
a terrorist free.

To say nothing of the fact

that taking arvin sloane's
intel at face value is insane.

Well, I'm fully aware
of your history with sloane,

but if director Dixon
can trust him,

I think you can, too.

For the record, I don't.

I never will.

But I can't deny that despite
my feelings for sloane,

he has provided us
with accurate intelligence

for over a year now.

I'm authorizing the trade.

You and weiss will escort sark
to the exchange point in Mexico.

You'll leave in four hours.

Welcome back.

Since when did
the nsc become so eager

to negotiate
with terrorists?

Bob Lindsey has the white house
spin machine ready

to cover him if his actions
prove ill-advised.

He's nearly untouchable.

I'd love
to prove that wrong.

You've come close enough

in forcing his hand
with my release.

While you're in Mexico
making the exchange,

I'm going to Zurich
to see sloane.

He'll be expecting me,

and we should appear
predictable.

I'll have that adjusted.

Where was I buried?

You were cremated.

Vaughn spread your ashes
at sea.

So, if you guys didn't
understand what I just said,

good luck on the quiz.

You're a French teacher,
huh?

Yeah.

I know that you're thinking
about coming back

to the agency.

On the off chance
that your hesitation

is out of some
courtesy to me...

You can forget about it.

I mean, I can handle
you being there,

so don't worry about me.

The other day,
you said I gave up on us

because I didn't
have faith,

that somehow you didn't
mean enough to me.

When I said that,
I was --

no, let me finish.

After you died,

I used to talk to you

like you were
still around.

Literally.

Out loud,

whole conversations
about -- about nothing.

The weather...

Should I get a new car?

Should I have
another drink?

And one day,

you started answering.

I mean, I could hear you
in my head

like you were
right next to me, Sydney.

And although rationally
I knew I was a guy

who stayed up nights
drinking,

talking to his
dead girlfriend,

still I couldn't stop.

So before you tell me

you can handle
my coming back to the CIA,

there are two things
you need to know.

First is that I was
so in love with you,

it nearly killed me.

And second,

that I don't regret
moving on with my life.

The president
of the world bank

asked that you stop by
his table.

We received word
that he's willing to make

a sizable contribution
to our cancer research.

His wife
is a vegetarian,

so make sure
that she's attended to.

Yeah?

Send him in.

I need you to excuse me.

A world relief organization.

The sheer audacity
of your alleged turnaround

would be laughable
if you weren't so dangerous.

I was wondering when you'd
come to see me, Jack.

You don't really expect me
to believe you've changed.

I expect you to trust
in the consistency

of my obsessions.

Jack, I pursued
the rambaldi puzzle

across the world
for over 30 years.

It never occurred to me
that once the artifacts

were finally assembled,

that they would produce
nothing more than a message

of peace.

Personally, I would have
found it anticlimactic

that after expecting to assemble
a weapon of ultimate power,

you ended up
with a revelation

you could have acquired
from a fortune cookie.

Always the atheist, Jack.

Hmm.

I've missed you.

I'll come to the point.

I believe you're responsible
for Sydney's disappearance.

Tell me why right now,

and give her the peace of mind
she deserves.

In exchange,
I'll halt my efforts

to invalidate
your pardon agreement.

Jack, don't go digging.
You won't find anything.

I know
that you were imprisoned

for making contact
with your ex-wife.

You went to Irina derevko
for help to find Sydney.

Now, I wouldn't have believed
that you would ally yourself

with a woman whom you vowed
never to trust again.

So if you're capable of having
such a change of heart,

why is it so hard
to believe that I am as well?

Because every morally
questionable thing

I've ever done
has been to protect Sydney.

You don't have
the same excuse.

Really?

I investigated
Sydney's death, too.

This file contains
all the leads I pursued.

Mostly dead ends.

I'm hoping you will find
something in it that's useful.

I trust that you will
look at it

before you dismiss it
outright.

Shall I take this
as your official denial

of any involvement
in Sydney's disappearance?

Then you've just made

the worst mistake
of your life,

because I'm going
to bury you.

Mr. sark.

I wanted a word
before you get traded.

Dear God.

It can't possibly be you.

Don't start this conversation

by acting surprised
that I'm alive.

Sydney, you know how highly
I regard your abilities

as an operative,
but even I didn't think

you were capable
of cheating death

once your remains
had been identified.

Which begs the question --

if it wasn't your body
they removed from the ashes,

whose was it?

I read the transcripts
of your confessions,

including the fact

that you and a woman
named Allison doren

killed my friend...

Francie.

If you've read
my transcript,

you know how cooperative
I've been.

I'll be glad to pay you
the same courtesy

if you simply tell me
what you're getting at.

That explosion
in my apartment

was a cover-up

to make the CIA believe
I was dead.

What I believe
is that sloane abducted me.

I think you know why,

but you failed to mention that
in your confession.

If I am to understand
what you're saying,

you have no idea

where you've been
for the last two years?

None?

Unbelievable.

I'm sorry.
I don't mean to laugh.

I'm just --
I'm speechless.

Look, Sydney, if sloane
had intended to abduct you,

I wasn't privy to it.

What if I said
I still don't believe you?

I'd say
it'd make no difference.

In 24 hours,
I'll be free,

and you'll remain
in the dark.

See you in Mexico.

We've agreed to a location
in the sonora desert

as the point of exchange.

Each side is allowed
no more than a 5-man cover team.

Once the exchange
is initiated,

sark and rotter will be
released simultaneously.

I assure you,
this organization --

the covenant -- is as much
a mystery to me

as it is to the CIA.

I can't imagine why they want
to make this trade.

You're about to find out.

My life's in danger,
isn't it?

Base ops, we received
the call signal.

Should I confirm?
You're authorized,
mountaineer.

Let's go.

We have a visual
on agent rotter.

Roger, mountaineer.
Release the prisoner.

You're up.

Base ops, we have
incoming vehicles.

I'll need an ident
immediately.

They're not ours,
mountaineer.

We're trying to get a visual.
Stand by.

If we don't finish this trade
by the time those vehicles

get here, the covenant will
think it's a double cross.

There's a chopper inbound.
It's one of ours.

CIA operatives,
this is sergeant trask

of delta force.

Put down your weapons.

This operation
has been countermanded

by order of the national
security council.

Take cover!

Sydney, report.

Delta force just showed up
out of nowhere!

Lindsey ambushed us!

Get me Bob Lindsey now!

Don't tell me to calm down.
You used my agents as bait.

I'm trying to re-acquire
your missing agent

without releasing Mr. sark.

Now I'm sorry I didn't
fill you in, director Dixon,

but I don't trust the CIA
to maintain operational secrecy.

You son of a bitch!

Yeah, can I get back
to you, director?

I'm a little busy.

We're hit!
Losing pressure!

Weiss!

Both of you!
Get in! Go!

San'ko's getting away
with both of them!

Son of a bitch!

We should have gotten
that last hostage back.

We would have.

Who the hell
do you think you are?

I'm the person who's going
to hold you accountable

if they kill him!

Oh, you're going to hold
me accountable?
Did I stutter?

What exactly is the purpose
of this conversation?

To let you know that I will
take you to the mat

every time you pull
something like this.

I am not impressed
by the fact

that you play golf
with the president.

What you did was moronic
and borderline criminal.

Did it slip your mind
that I am the director

of the national
security council?

I can pick up the phone
and have you thrown

in the same jail cell
your father just vacated!

Hell, it's still warm.

Do it.

Give me an object lesson
in the abuse of power.

Show me how it's done.

If you're finished,
this is the men's room.

Who let you in?

Chateau petrus.
1982.

Your favorite, no?

Have we met?

No, but you knew my brother --

Antony San'ko.

And I suppose this is
to be my last drink.

No.

Not necessarily.

I know the bomb you placed
in that vehicle

was not meant for him.

On the other hand,

it does seem
that you owe me.

And what would
that price be?

$800 million.

$800 million?

I have nowhere near
that amount in my nest egg.

In fact, Mr. sark,
you do.

Sydney, Vaughn's qualified
for reinstatement.

Until his field rating's
updated,

he'll be on analysis,

but he's back,
effective immediately.

If there are
any special considerations

either of you would like me
to take into account,

now's the time
to speak up.

Welcome back.

Thanks.

Good.

Hello, Jack.

I just found out

why the covenant
is interested in Mr. sark.

At 10:00 this morning,

sark walked into the Thornton
bank and trust

in the Cayman Islands
accompanied by ushek San'ko,

a known operative
of the covenant.

He was then led downstairs,

where he used
his thumbprint

to access
an executive vault.

Inside the vault

was a little over $800 million
in gold bullion.

More surprising is the fact
that sark had no idea

he was entitled
to that money.

Entitled?

Eight months ago,

an inter-agency memorandum
reported the murder

of a Russian diplomat
by the name of andrean lazarey.

His murderer
has never been found.

However, a source of mine
has provided evidence

indicating
he was a descendant

of the romanov royal family
in Russia.

The money was in his trust
when he died.

It went to Mr. sark --

lazarey's son.

Hey, Vaughn.

Uh, we tasked the satellite
to track the enemy sedan

once it left the desert.

They were tracked
to a Frankfurt nightclub

known for selling

top-of-the-line
synthetic drugs.

Analysis thinks
it's a front for the covenant.

Do we have reason to believe
the last hostage is still alive?

Yes, they're aware
he's the team leader

and therefore has the highest
security clearance.

The information they could
extract from him

would be priceless
to our enemies.

His name is Otto edel,
drug dealer.

He runs the club.

He'll know where
our agent's being held.

I want you to accompany
the hostage rescue team.

Um, actually, I had an idea.

I think Syd should go in
as a biochem major --

you know, Harvard dropout,
totally spoiled.

Maybe she got kicked out

because she was synthesizing
ecstasy in her dorm room --

or maybe crystal --
crank --

fine.
Marshall, run the op-tech.

The CIA
would have discovered

lazarey's connection
to sark on their own,

so there was
no added risk to you

in breaking the news myself.

Without that tape, the CIA
can't link you to his death.

This can't be
a coincidence.

I'm responsible
for lazarey's death,

and nine months later
the covenant gets sark released

in exchange for his
$800 million inheritance?

It's looking more likely
they're responsible

for your two-year absence.

Be it under duress

or by some other
unknown means,

they compelled you to carry out
the assassination.

I'm scheduled to contact
your mother tonight.

Hopefully,
she'll be some help.

That's for him.

You are very attractive --

for a chemist.

Thank you for meeting
with me.

I like to keep
my options open,

although I doubt
you can improve

on my little cocktail.

I can triple your sales.

Really?

How?

By making your drug
more addictive.

Take a look.

Very impressive.

Where did you learn
your trade?

I was a biochem major
at Harvard --

not that I think they'll be
asking me to make

any commencement speeches
in the near future.

Their loss, my gain.

I need one liter
of your product.

Oh, just like that, hmm?

I'll chemically alter it

according to the specs
you saw

and have it back to you
within the week.

If you don't see
demand go up,

you owe me nothing.

Somehow I would not mind
being indebted to you.

Please, make yourself
comfortable.

I will only be a moment.

This has a street value
of $50,000.

Mind if I try it?

Be my guest.

Of course,
if I am going to let you

walk out of here with that,

I will need some sort
of collateral.

You understand.

I didn't bring any money.

I do accept
other forms of payment.

There's an air bubble
in there.

Aah!

Do exactly as I say
or I push the plunger.

Where's the alarm terminal
that protects the subbasement?

Bitch!

Tell me where it is,
or you get an aneurysm.

Okay, down the hall.
First door.

But I only manage
the facility.

I do not know the codes.
I swear.

Mountaineer to base ops,
I found the alarm terminal.

I'll need a minute
to hack.

Do not breach until advised.
Alarm is active.

Copy, base ops.

We're holding
outside rear entrance.

Once mountaineer
disables the alarm,

we'll proceed inside.

Copy that.

Mountaineer, your entrance
to the sublevel

will be through
the last door down

on the north hallway.

Marshall,
why does all this cabling

run through
the control room?

Looks like some sort
of filtration system.

I've got the code.
I'm entering it now.

What could it be used for?

Could be a halon-based
fire suppression system.

Some alarms --

Sydney, stop!
You've got the wrong code.

The alarm will be triggered
by that sequence.

Remember the security
system in Nepal?

It's the same system.

Those numbers can be
converted into a password.

That is the real code.
Read me the sequence.

Give me a pen.

746f70686174.

Blue team,
stand by.
Copy that.

Okay, top hat.
Try top hat.

Okay, it worked.
The alarm's deactivated.

Blue team, the system
is disarmed. Move in.

Copy that.

Blue team, I read two
guards at your three o'clock.

Base ops, guards down.

CIA! Freeze!

Base ops, I have the prisoner.
He's okay.

You kept your promise.

You said
you would kill me.

You were my favorite.

You never broke.

Who the hell are you?!
What are you talking about?

Wait!

Why did the covenant take
two years of my life?!

The last thing
I remember seeing

was the missile threat warning
on my cockpit display.

Next thing I know,
I'm being lifted

by a special forces team
out of an Iraqi hospital.

I still don't know
what happened

in those 18 months between.

The hardest thing

is what I do remember.

My life before --

I can't seem
to let go of it.

Even worse
than not remembering

are the dreams.

And I can't tell
if they're part of something

that really happened
to me,

or my mind trying
to fill in the blanks

so I finally
can get some answers.

Thank you, tom.

Well, we have
a new member today --

Sydney.

Welcome.

If you have anything
you'd like to say,

we'll be happy
to hear it.

Right now it helps
just to listen, thanks.

How long you been back?

A little over a week.

The dreams start yet,
nightmares?

No.

They will.

Sydney --

I appreciate that you think
it's good for me to know

that there are other people
out there

who have experienced
what I have,

but you cannot put me
into that group.

Sydney --
look, I'm not going
to pretend

that it isn't hard
losing Vaughn.

I mean, do I still have
feelings for him?

Of course I do.

But finding out that --

Sydney,

this is Lauren Reed.

She's going to be
our new liaison

to the national security
council.

I didn't mean to interrupt.
I didn't know you were here.

I'm -- I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Really.

Apparently you had
a conversation

with Bob Lindsey
in the men's room

of the federal building
in which you made

your distaste for him
abundantly clear.

I guess I did.

Well, he got the message,

because he decided
to return to Washington.

He's assigned agent Reed
here in his place

to assist our efforts
against the covenant.

She'll also be looking
into the murder

of andrian lazarey
as part

of a joint investigation
with the kremlin.

If there's anything
I can do to help...

You should know

in addition to being
the new nsc liaison,

I'm also
Michael Vaughn's wife.

Hi.