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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.