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Previously on "alias"...

This was from a hidden camera that I placed.

This is how I knew you were alive.

No.

I loved you like a daughter.

And even you would admit there were times --

I would see it in your eyes --

you looked at me like I was your --

ahh!

Where the hell have I been the last two years?

I know it was you!

What the hell did you do to me?

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.

This is Lauren Reed.

She's going to be our new liaison

to the national security council.

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

You should know

I'm also Michael Vaughn's wife.

That's good. Ahh!

But the truth is --

you're insane.

The truth is --

oh, the truth.

The ever-evasive truth...

Mm-hmm?

Is that there are advantages

to losing all your stuff in a fire.

To dying and coming back to life.

No. No, no, no. I'm good, I'm good.

Okay, all right, a little one. Just a --

think about it -- all the paper.

Newspaper clippings from high school and yearbooks

and sweaters I was never going to wear again, ever.

And pictures and picture frames.

Yeah, but there's got to be something that you had

that you just loved that it just --

it kills you that you don't have it anymore.

I mean, like a thing. Like a thing. Like --

I know what you mean.

I used to have a first edition

"Alice in wonderland."

My mother gave it to me for my fifth birthday.

Despite my roller coaster relationship with her --

wherever she is --

that was one of the things that I sort of loved.

This is it.

The bar is closing.

Last drink.

The...

Elephant in the room.

Which one?

Ah, come on. Tomorrow.

You and Vaughn working together...

With Lauren.

With Vaughn's wife, yes.

And let me just say for the record

that I'm going to be your friend in there,

and if you need someone to talk to,

or you need someone to, like, a shoulder to cry on,

I just want to be there for you.

Oh, tomorrow's going to be fine.

Damn it.

Aye!

Oh...

♪ And it still looks the same ♪

♪ as when you gave it, dear

♪ the only thing different

♪ ahh, ahh

♪ the only thing new

♪ ahh, ahh

♪ I've got these little things ♪

♪ she's got you

♪ ahh, ahh

hi.

Hi.

You've met Lauren?

Yes. Hi.

Hello again. Sorry again about yesterday.

No, it was my fault. I should have said something.

You had no idea. I was the one who stormed in.

Anyway...

It's all right.

Syd...

Marshall. Hi.

Listen, I made you a mix cd

of all the most popular songs

over the past two years.

Not so you can listen to all the impossible

bad boy bands they keep churning out --

you know, except for j.T. -- Timberlake.

That guy can move. Never --

um, well, more importantly, because scientifically

it's proven that sounds trigger the ca-3 region

of the hippocampus in the, you know,

long-term memory.

Thank you.

Awkward.

Marshall --

earlier today -- 4:47 P.M. moscow time --

Russia's early warning system was activated.

They assumed it was an incoming missile attack.

It wasn't a missile.

It was a satellite that had fallen from orbit.

As a result of the perceived attack,

the Russian president activated his nuclear briefcase,

initiating a countdown to a pre-launch sequence.

With two minutes to spare, they attained visual I.D.

And scrubbed the launch.

10 minutes later,

Echelon picked up a call from a secure line

between Mr. sark and this man --

colonel Boris oransky --

dishonorably discharged in '96

from Russia's military space command.

Since then, he's worked

for a privately held French contractor.

It was their satellite.

Oransky brought down his own satellite?

Do we have any idea why? Not yet.

But on the phone call, he and sark discussed

meeting to move on to phase two.

We've tracked sark to Mexico city.

We've ordered a team of local agents to surveil him.

If we're going to grab sark, I'd like to be on that team.

It isn't our intention to apprehend sark.

The nsc believes we may learn more

about the covenant by tracking sark's movement

in the hope he will lead us to the covenant's key players.

That's fine in theory,

except that I guarantee

five minutes after that meeting,

we will have lost sark.

It's happened before.

As I'm sure you know, in the last few years,

our surveillance capabilities

have become far more sophisticated.

I might have missed a lot in the last two years --

quite a bit -- but the fact that sark

is already aligned with an organization

outwardly hostile to the United States

and apparently Russia indicates --

as I was going to explain to you,

our optical satellite resolution

has increased dramatically.

We have real-time face recognition.

All the technology in the world

can't and won't fix our problem.

It's the people we need to stop.

Sark, for example.

Now, I'm familiar with the strategy you're suggesting.

The CIA employed it against SD-6, and I saw --

the risks you're describing have already been factored

into our analysis, and as for SD-6,

the alliance doesn't exist anymore.

Well, the only reason SD-6 and the alliance broke down

is because arvin sloane --

a man who the white house pardoned, by the way --

wanted them to.

So do me a favor and don't revise history

that I lived through.

All right, enough.

Sark was an inch away

from initiating a nuclear exchange.

And according to that phone call,

that was only phase one. Capturing sark,

although it might put a smile on my face,

will do nothing to shut down the covenant.

For the moment, sark remains free.

Sydney, weiss,

I want you to track sark to that meeting with oransky.

Standard surveillance operation.

Let's see if we can get some info

on their phase two.

You leave in an hour.

I hate her.

Just remember, she's been through a lot.

I've been on eggshells for two weeks

since Sydney came back,

trying not to say the wrong thing,

trying to imagine what it's like for her.

I am done. Lauren --

Sydney Bristow is self-righteous and arrogant.

Was she any nicer two years ago? Because she's the most

condescending person I have ever met.

I understand why you have a problem with her.

No, she's the one with the problem.

I am not going to apologize

because I remember the last 24 months,

or because I'm married to the man that I love.

You're reacting emotionally.

No, I'm reacting intelligently, as I expected Sydney to.

She's been gone two years.

You'd think she'd listen to someone

instead of just talking all over them.

She's horrible. Okay, stop.

This was Sydney's first briefing.

Give her a minute.

The way things are, no one would blame you

if the two of you hate each other.

But I actually believe

that you will end up respecting her.

You might even like her.

Just remember that I love you.

How was the first briefing with Lauren?

Wonderful.

I'm not asking

because I'm a fan of inter-office gossip.

Tell me how it went. Why?

Did she seem aggressive toward you?

Yes, as I'm sure I did to her.

What is this about?

In here.

Now that lazarey's murder

has been linked to the covenant,

the nsc has convened their own investigation into his death.

You don't think they know?

That you were the murderer? Not yet.

But they've just received some footage

apparently of the crime.

How?

Another camera.

Security from across the street.

And as our current bad luck would have it,

nsc has assigned this investigation

to Vaughn's wife.

I know what you're thinking,

but the longer we withhold this information from them,

the more guilty I seem.

The CIA and the nsc are going to learn

that I killed lazarey.

And when they do, the nsc will not hesitate

to subject you to every available procedure

in order to recapture your memory.

Then let them.

Dad, I am losing my mind not knowing what happened to me.

I mean, someone out there -- someone has the answer.

That techniques that would be employed

to stimulate your memory are invasive, surgical,

dangerous procedures

that could leave you with permanent brain damage.

That is not happening to you,

not as long as I'm alive.

Sydney, we've discussed this. You have to stay focused.

You have to do your job.

Reintegrating into the CIA

is the only way you're going to get

the answers you're looking for.

I've already talked with Lauren.

I told her I might be able to help the investigation.

She's agreed to let me see the footage.

You'll go to Mexico city.

I'll do what I can to ensure this remains our secret.

Marshall, any luck?

Yeah. Actually...

I mean, considering it's from a Russian security camera,

I was expecting static.

Instead, it's pretty good.

Can you loop that?

Yeah.

Freeze there. Blow up that frame, please.

Not enough to make a positive I.D., is it?

That the Russians haven't made a match.

Their imaging programs generate pixel interpolation

based on bayesian analysis.

Really?

Ha. Russians.

You can do better?

Me? Please.

I mean, there's a lot of things I can't do

in life, you know --

smoking a cigarette, playing basketball.

Oh, chin-ups. I could never --

you know, there's always kids laughing at --

but this --

I was born for this.

How long will it take you?

These values are a mess.

Give me 72 hours.

I think I can I.D. This woman.

Good. Thank you.

I'm going to kill Marshall.

This is the worst disguise yet.

Oh, viva LA revolución.

I'm serious. Look at that.

Okay, uh...

This chip's got a gig of memory in it.

Or, as they say here, LA memoria.

That's enough memory to transmit

full resolution photos.

What's this?

What? Oh. Okay, see, that's bad.

That's double chin angle for me. Not good.

Audio's working.

Syd, we're here for surveillance only.

Nothing tricky.

Here we go.

Sark's here.

Oransky just got here.

Retriever to base.

Now I'm uploading the photos.

I need to move closer to get a look at those pictures.

Don't get too close.

Careful, mountaineer.

It looks like they have backup.

Well, it appears they've revealed themselves.

As I told you they would.

The codes are changed twice a week.

These goes into effect the day after tomorrow.

This is our target, correct?

Correct.

By the way, I like the name -- medusa.

It's clever.

Images are good, sir.

Okay, we've got it, mountaineer.

Now get out of there.

That woman is watching us.

Retriever, I think I've been made. Mountaineer, stay put. I'm coming in.

Negative, retriever.

They've got your exits blocked.

You'll be spotted on the way in.

If she's CIA, we should be going.

She might have seen the photos.

Then I suggest you make sure she didn't.

Mountaineer, there's a freight entrance

at the back of the market, northeast corner.

You should have a straight shot out.

Come here.

Go away! Go away!

Hey, the gringo in the poncho?

Señorita in the poncho?

You know who you are!

Reveal yourself, or the girl dies!

You've got five seconds!

4...

3...

2...

Let her go, I'll let you walk out of here.

I'll be giving the orders, thank you very much.

Drop the gun.

I said, drop the gun.

Marshall, pull up her photos.

Mama!

Shh! Shut up!

Don't hurt her!

Señora...

His ear piece is different than ours.

Marshall, we need his rf signal now.

Sydney, the mission in Thailand --

chae son.

Get ready. I'll tell you when.

Marshall, what frequency are those guys transmitting on?

Retriever, patch us through to the rf scanner.

Kick it over.

Okay, now, your surveillance equipment --

give it to me.

Not until you let her go.

No, no, no!

Got it -- 418.5 megahertz.

Can you boost a feedback loop?

How loud?

180 dbs. Oh, yeah.

Do it.

Mami...

Please stop trying to negotiate.

The camera's in my glasses.

Give them to me. Toss them to me.

Now.

Good.

We're gonna walk out of here --

you, me...

Almost there.

And the girl.

Now!

Oransky got away.

So we know sark was looking

at a satellite photo with a 3-mile radius

centered around the kremlin.

We don't know why.

Yeah, but we know it has something to do

when I was at SD-6, I think I heard sloane mention

something about a project medusa.

You're kidding me.

Do you know what it is, what medusa even means?

No, all I know is the myth.

You know, a woman so ugly

that if you looked at her, you turned to stone.

Sounds like the myth of my college girlfriend.

She actually dumped me for a roadie

at a Duran Duran concert.

How embarrassing is that?

Oregano, please.

Syd, come on. Don't do that.

You weren't dumped. You were dead.

I haven't even asked anyone how they met.

Are you asking me?

The nsc was wrapping up the case on your mom.

Uh, we were all deposed.

Lauren was the one asking the questions.

They hit it off.

Tell me about their wedding.

It was fine.

Her parents' farm in Virginia.

You know she's senator Reed's daughter, so...

No, I didn't.

Yeah.

Yeah, they have like 500 acres.

It's pretty crazy.

Was everyone there -- Dixon, Marshall?

Syd...

She's a good person.

I'm not trying to rub it in,

but I don't want to be dishonest.

I should have thought of it before.

I mean, come on, isn't it obvious?

A prior image model with 3-d surface reconstruction.

I don't know what I was thinking.

Have you made a positive identification or not?

Well, no, not yet, but this is where we started.

Okay, now, after an application

of my surface reconstruction genius,

this is where we are now.

How's it going?

Marshall's ahead of schedule.

When do you think you'll be finished?

I don't know.

I'd say, what, maybe, uh, noon tomorrow.

Good. Thank you.

I'd like to feed the image

into our face recognition database

as soon as it's complete.

Sydney was right.

The medusa project was flagged

in the SD-6 database.

It's an anti-satellite pulse weapon.

Once operational, it can cripple our network of satellites --

d.O.D., NSA, you name it.

We'd be blind to a potential attack.

See, that's what's so genius about this weapon.

It beams a microwave at one satellite

in the chain, which then relays a pulse

across the entire network.

You're talking about hundreds of satellites,

most with classified orbital rotations.

How does this tie in with the covenant?

The man sark met with --

oransky.

He supervised the development of medusa

for the Russian military,

only he was discharged before it was completed.

He never knew where it ended up

until now.

This is the satellite photo

oransky and sark were looking at.

According to the time stamp,

it was taken by a satellite

exactly four minutes after oransky sent

that other satellite of his crashing into gorky park.

Mm. He sends one bird down so the other can photograph

Russia's nuclear reaction protocol in action.

See, what happened was they thought they were under attack,

so, among other things,

they evacuated several high-level government officials

to several continuity- of-government bunkers

designed to survive a nuclear attack.

This is what medusa photographed.

See these motorcades entering the science ministry?

There must be a bunker underneath.

According to the SD-6 database,

medusa is stored in that bunker.

And now oransky and sark are planning to steal it.

Just a shot in the dark, but why don't we call

the kremlin and let them know what's up?

The Russians claim to oppose anti-satellite weapons.

They're not about to admit having one.

Bottom line, we have to access the bunker

and steal medusa before sark gets it.

I'll have strategic services list our options.

Meet back here in one hour.

No problem. I can corrupt that image.

However, the terms of my parole

prohibit me from using a computer.

You should know that, Jack.

I believe you wrote them.

How's it rendered?

3-d surface reconstruction.

Is the work station part of a network?

Yes.

Okay, well, give me a few days.

I'll see what I can cook up.

I need it by noon tomorrow.

I have an I.Q. Of 170, Jack. I'm not David Copperfield.

I'll do what I can.

We have to do better than this.

An hour of running scenarios,

and the best we can come up with is sloane!

Well, though his cancer research,

sloane has developed a relationship

with the science ministry.

If we can get into the ministry,

we can access the bunker and destroy medusa

before sark and oransky can steal it.

I don't want to be the voice of dissent

every time I walk into this room.

I know we're all qualified to make decisions here,

but to me, sloane is still a criminal.

As we've discussed, sloane is a necessary evil.

We need access to the bunker. Sloane can get it for us.

If we can use him, I don't see --

maybe you haven't been lucky enough

to have firsthand experience with that psychopath.

She brokered his deal. What?

I was part of the team that arranged for sloane's pardon.

Look, none of us are under any illusions about sloane.

The only reason he was given a pardon

is because he provided us with intel

that led to the destruction of terrorist cells --

of course he did.

He used you to wipe out his competition.

Let me guess -- so far his intelligence has been accurate.

Yes, and the first slip he makes,

his pardon will be revoked.

When's your next scheduled briefing with sloane?

You have regular meetings with him?

Sydney.

12 days.

See if sloane can get us access to the science ministry.

I want both of you to go in as well.

If sloane can help us infiltrate the bunker,

I don't want to waste a minute. Is that clear?

Do you mind?

Of course not.

This is a difficult situation for all of us.

I thought -- I'm not sure how exactly,

but I thought we should at least acknowledge that.

No one would blame us if we hated each other.

But I hope that doesn't happen.

I don't hate you.

Or Vaughn.

That's what makes it so difficult.

Just got intel from NSA.

They tracked sark onto a plane

from Berlin headed to Frankfurt,

only when it landed, he wasn't onboard.

Which means if sloane doesn't help us today,

sark will get to medusa before we do.

I'm sorry.

I can't help you.

You work with the science ministry all the time.

How difficult is it for you to add the names

of two of your employees to the guest list

of an awards banquet?

Actually, it's not difficult at all.

It's what you plan to do once you're inside

the ministry that concerns me.

We made it clear that topic is not open to discussion.

Pursuant to my pardon agreement,

I am under obligation to pass along intel

as appropriate.

However, I am under no obligation

to assist you or anyone else to break the law.

Now...

As you know, millions of people

rely on the relief that this company provides.

I couldn't possibly endanger that

by exposing omnifam or myself

to criminal charges.

Certainly not with my history.

You've made your obligations clear.

Now let me clarify mine.

I am obliged to extract unimaginable pain from you

the moment you are no longer

a valuable source of intel for the CIA.

Personally, I hope you don't help us out.

I've missed you, Sydney.

I really have.

Well, it shouldn't be too difficult.

I'll simply tell the ministry

that you're high-level donors,

and you're looking for a new investment.

You know where to contact us.

We'll expect to hear from you within the hour.

Mr. Vaughn, you know,

I remember how close you were with Sydney.

I'm sure you share

my relief in having her back.

Just get us on the list.

Are we on the list?

Under the names tomas conterra

and Sabina Milan --

omnifam investors.

Got it.

Here.

What?

I was just thinking of that party

at the embassy in Prague.

God, that was a good third date.

Yeah, it was.

When you spilled the drink on the ambassador...

What was I supposed to do?

He was staring down your dress all night long.

Look how handsome you are.

Ready.

Be safe.

You too.

Dixon's expecting a call from me.

I'll see you in Los Angeles.

It's a polymorphic worm.

Upload it onto the network.

It singles out the files you're interested in

and corrupts the data

so the image can't be fully rendered.

I know, you can kiss me. How long will that take?

I can't say. It depends on the size of the network.

Jack...

There is one catch.

When you make the upload, it has to be at a terminal

with administrative privileges.

Minister, tomas conterra i Sabina Milan.

Arvin sloane is an amazing man?

Sydney.

The guards are about to change shifts.

We have about a minute left.

The guards are gone.

Let's do it.

I've got the minister's prints.

The thumb's the clearest.

After you.

The nsc's on a real-time hookup,

so whatever we see, Lindsey sees.

And the face recognition database?

Ready to kick in.

As soon as I get the image rendered,

we're ready to roll.

Mr. Bristow, what can I do for you?

Is director Dixon in?

No, he's over with Marshall.

Is there something I can help you with?

No, thanks. I'll just drop these off on his desk.

Okay.

Okay, let's see how many guards

are on the control room floor.

We're almost into their video surveillance feed.

What? What is it?

These are the cameras for the control room level.

Sark must already be here.

Oh, God.

He's with oransky.

Come on.

Wait a minute.

We have no idea how many men sark brought with him.

Yeah. He doesn't know we're coming.

The program will be ready

to render in a minute.

Uh, you know, I was curious.

Lindsey briefs the president, right?

Well, you think maybe --

you know, assuming this all goes well --

that he could, uh, request

one of those little white house tie clips for me?

Or maybe some peanuts from air force one,

because I love peanuts,

and, uh, you figure they'd get top-quality peanuts

if you're, you know, the president.

Oh, wait a minute. Here we go.

Until Mr. oransky gets the medusa core,

no one enters the control room,

and this entire level should be locked down.

I need you to secure all the access points, but --

Oh, uh...

Gummi bear?

Find everything you need?

Yes, thanks. I'm just leaving him a note.

I was wondering if you might show up.

I looked for you upstairs at the party.

I've taken the liberty

of discontinuing the elevator service.

And unfortunately, Mr. oransky,

medusa, and myself won't be here when the guards arrive.

But I'm certain when they discover you,

the Russians will be more than hospitable hosts.

I think we got it.

There's no way we can steal medusa.

We can't let sark get it, either.

We'll have to destroy it.

We could still rig the generator to blow.

We do that, this whole sublevel's going with it.

We won't have a way out.

That could be an intake vent.

We could crawl inside and get out.

We might not make it.

We might make it.

I'll activate the transfer switch.

We'll have the medusa core in 30 seconds.

What the hell was that?

Dead generator.

Fouls the control system.

They've overloaded the vault.

Medusa is fried.

We have to go.

No way.

This bitch shot me in my leg.

What's that mean?

I'm not sure.

It's not rendering.

According to the program, this is as good as it gets.

Sir?

Sydney Bristow!

Sydney!

Sydney Bristow!

Anything yet?

Not what we hoped.

On the picture side.

It's not the technical side. The picture's not in focus.

So no positive identification of lazarey's killer?

Unfortunately, no.

Too bad. Well, keep looking.

Officially, the kremlin denies having been

in possession of medusa.

Unofficially, they've confirmed

that medusa was destroyed.

Great work.

Thank you.

Go home. Get some rest.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah. Good night.

Good night.

Sydney.

I took care of it.

Thanks, dad.

Welcome back.

♪ Maybe on day

♪ you'll move on and

♪ we could laugh again

♪ thunder storms will

♪ turn to blue skies

♪ we could be great friends

it's a third edition.

Thank you.

I was going to get the first edition,

but it's like $40,000.

Anyway, I'll see you later.

♪ True