All language subtitles for Alias S03E03 Reunion_Track02

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