All language subtitles for Alias S04E07 Détente_Track02

I'm an officer.

I swore an oath never
to betray a state secret.

You said it was important.
Highest national security.

What is it?

Russia's been developing
black thorine.

Developing? Researching.

Producing.
We've made some.

We've only been able
to distill a small amount --

10 milliliters.
Enough for a single vial.

This government
will stop at nothing

to contain this information.

So why tell me?

Because the vial was stolen.

By whom?

This is the routing number
to my superior's bank account.

He's recently come into
a great deal of money.

Let's go.

Sydney.

We didn't expect you back
so soon.

♪ Took

♪ some time

♪ to understand

so, Russia was a success?

There's a report waiting
for you in the office.

Sydney, he just dropped by.
I didn't realize --

get out.

Very well.

I'll walk myself
to the door.

I'll see you both
tomorrow.

Okay.

He came by.
Wanted to talk.

He says he wants
a fresh start,

to get to know me.

You think
that's all he wants?

A little father-daughter
bonding?

I know how you feel
about him --
you can't possibly.

I don't understand.
You work with him at a.P.O.

I accepted the job
so I could watch him.

Don't delude yourself,
Nadia, into thinking

you can trust that man.
Do that,

and you will end up
hating yourself for it.

He's my father.

If you knew
what he's done.

Sydney, I know.

I know what he did...

To you.

What he took from you.

Your best friend.

Your fiancé.

And knowing that,
you still let him into my home?

I'm not naive, Sydney.

I'm not deluded.

It's not easy to reconcile
the past.

I thought you had.

The development
of black thorine --

that violates
how many treaties?

Twelve, to be exact.

Well, there's a reason.

It's a mega-breakthrough
in explosives.

It's odorless, undetectable.

I ran a simulation.

Check it out.

Huh?

It leveled an entire
city block.

And that's just a little
drop of black thorine.

Imagine if you had
the whole...Vi--

it's actually a really
depressing take on progress.

Are we sure
there's only one vial?

The Russians
are stonewalling.

They refuse to acknowledge
the existence of a substance,

much less admit that
they're developing one.

But my sources confirm
that they're panicking.

Your sources?

If that vial
is their only prototype,

as intel appears to corroborate,
its theft

has set their classified
weapons program back decades.

Would you mind telling us
where that intel comes from,

or are we all supposed
to rely on your sources,

no questions asked?

That's a fair question,

but one I'm not inclined
to answer

unless you need me to explain

the essential nature
of confidentiality.

No, I'm all caught up
on that, thanks.

What matters is that we recover
the vial.

We were able to trace
the routing number

the informant gave Vaughn.

2 million Euros
were deposited

into the account
of colonel Nikolai voskov.

The money came from this man --
Boris tambor.

The Russian
oil magnate?

Tambor might have made
his money in oil,

but he's since diversified
into mining, media outlets,

and his latest venture,
arms dealing.

Seems tambor's
quite a player.

High-end real estate
all over Europe.

He owns a fleet
of sports cars --

ferraris, lamborghinis,
bentleys.

This guy's living
my junior high fantasy.

Or my current one.

Tambor keeps
his entire operation mobile.

Never stays in one place
too long.

Right now he's booked into
the San devotee in monte Carlo.

He takes a regular seat
at the high-stakes poker table

every night at 9:00.

That will be your window.

Your mission is to get into
tambor's suite,

find out where he keeps
the black thorine,

how he plans to move it.

You leave tonight.
Wheels up, 2200.

You want to tell me
about it?

Sloane.

He was in my house.

Last night.
To visit Nadia.

I came home. He was sitting
in my living room.

Oh.

I thought I could do this --

work for sloane again,
but now...

I don't know, I think I might
have been kidding myself.

I dream about Diane.

Which isn't unusual,
I've been told,

except for me,

it's almost every night.

These dreams

are always the same.

At some point
I get to her,

and I hold her face.

And I can see it
in her eyes --

the disappointment
in me.

That I couldn't prevent
what happened.

Then...

She tells me
that she loves me,

that she loves the kids,

and she asks me
to do the right thing.

She doesn't ask me to,
she tells me to.

And that's how I make peace

with sloane.

I don't put the past away
or compartmentalize it.

I transmute it.

I make it the right decision
today.

I hope I'm capable of that.

I know you are.

I'm sorry about last night.

It was my fault.

My father's
one of the reasons --

you don't have to explain.
I get it.

When our mother came back,
she --

she had done her share
of bad things.

I know.

But still,
I needed to know her.

I just did.

Thanks.

Nice shot.

♪ It was all his fault

♪ introduced me
to know-it-all ♪

♪ and the cannibal

♪ oh, well

♪ by the time they started
showing up... ♪

What's that, Gretchen?

I don't buy you
as a Gretchen.

Nein?

Whoa. Uh, okay.

Okay, guys, we have one hour.
You all know the drill.

Surveille the room,
get in,

get out with the intel
and the black thorine.

Evergreen, maintain position.
We're almost there.

Okay, I'm in.

Evergreen, you're clear.

Inserting camera now.

Ready for sound.

Patching audio-visual
feeds now.

Copy that.

Okay, I've got a visual
on tambor.

Housekeeping.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I ordered a French maid.

Here you go.

After that, we go
for the PDA.
What the hell's going on?

I thought this guy hits
the tables every night by 9:00.

That's what we know.
Yeah, well, it's 9:06.

Oh, here we go.

What's he doing?

Look at that room.
That's nice.

Check out those digs.

Marshall,
what soccer match is that?

Uh, hold on. Let -- sorry,
I'm not much of a sports fan.

More of a scrabble club type.

Boggle tournament
if I'm feeling dangerous.

Guys, tambor owns the team.

He's kidding, right?

So he's in
for the night.

He checks out
first thing tomorrow morning.

If we don't get in there
tonight,

get the data off that
computer, we lose him.
Wait a minute.

I hate that perfume.

It was a weird
patchouli smell.

See under the bed?
The slingbacks?

Champagne bottles
on the nightstand.

Check out the magazines.
Designer purse.

It's a shot.
What's a shot?
What are you talking about?

I know where to get
what we need.

Where's she going?
You mind filling us in?

Tambor's got a girlfriend.
She's staying with him.

She's our way in.
We have no intel
on that woman.

You'll be going in blind,
Sydney.

We know enough. She has
gossip rags all over the room,

which means she's fine
making a mess,

her shoes cost more than
most people's monthly salary,

so she either has money of her
own or access to tambor's.

Either way, empty champagne
bottles, her side of the bed.

This girl likes to party.

But her boyfriend would
rather stay in and watch TV

their last night in Monaco
than hang out with her,

so she's bored.
Most likely pissed off.

How do you propose
to find her?

Well, she left her handbag.
She didn't go far.

In fact, I'm guessing she's
hitting the hotel bar right now.

All Nadia and I need to do
is get to her

and get her to take us
to the room.

Why are you smiling?
I don't know.

Where'd you get this stuff?
I borrowed them.

You stole it, didn't you?

She stole the stuff.

Nadia, this could jeopardize
the entire mission.

Tambor's security team
saw you.

If they recognize you
as the maid,

they will not hesitate
to take action.

With all due respect, no one
pays attention to the help.

I promise they won't
recognize me.

Patchouli.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

What do you mean?

Well, guess what? I'm sick
of your pathetic excuses.

He's not coming.

You still have
his charge card, right?

Oh, my God.

Madame?

Two.

Please.

Men suck, don't they?

Usually.

I swear to God,
I am so not that clumsy.

Don't listen to her.

She's incapable
of holding her liquor.

Shut up!

Need I remind you
of Ibiza?

You and the dj
with the handcuffs?

I'm ignoring you now.
Watch.

Just a warning.
Just a warning.

My boyfriend?
He's kind of a jerk.

Like mine is.

Are you just going
to stand there?

I'm sorry, miss bridget.

They call me miss bridget.

♪ I'm comin' home

okay. They're doing it.
They're in the room.

Mr. sloane, I know
how against this you were,

but if Sydney chooses
to say "I told you so"...

She's not out yet.

That's true,
but they're good.

They're really good.

I need five minutes to change,
and we are leaving.

Make yourselves at home,
ladies.

What's the score?

Devils 1, lautrec 3.

Slovak will come back.

Last year, second half
against Madrid,

Roscoe's diving header
in extra time?

The best goal ever.

Beckner is a great
midfielder.

Not too bad on the eyes,
either.

For what I'm paying him,

what do you mean?

It's my team.

Shut up.

You own the slovak devils?
Felicia, did you hear that?

She's cloning the hard drive,
and he's in the room.

How the hell does she know
about the slovak devils?

Was that in the file?
Maybe she's a soccer fan.

Oh, God, this is
the greatest girl ever.

She got it.

I didn't know
you liked soccer.

I do now. Oh, by the way,
it's called futbol.

I'm sorry. Futbol.
Futbol.

Fut. Right.
Right.

If I can be honest,

the back four
are solid, no question,

but watching defensive
footie is a little bit boring.

Not to me, huh.

It's your money.

Donata, can you believe that hag
is dating the prince of Greece?

Oh, God. Doesn't she have
any friends

who can tell her
she looks like trash?

Did you see that? She just
palmed the PDA from his jacket.

That's magic, man.
I showed her that with, like,

a business card.
It's like, fazham!

She's amazing.
I get it.

She's incredible.

Fazham?
Yeah, fazham.

Nice. They're doing it.

They're cloning
tambor's PDA. She's good.

Oh, my God, those boots
are horrific.

I own those, bitch.

Wouldn't be weird for you,
would it,

if we were dating sisters?

Reno's lost his step
since the knee surgery.

You should replace him.

Idiot!

Goal! Da, da, da!

Nadia's still got his PDA.
Come on.

Extraordinary.

Oh, my God.

That dress is magnificent.
My PDA.

Oh, God.

Anton!

Search these two.
Check their bags.

You can't be serious.

Where did you find them?
My God, this is insane.

Is this what you're
freaking out about?

You better go now.

Yeah, you think?

You were right.
Your boyfriend is a total drag.

Come on.

You were given
a direct order,

one you chose
to disregard.

We gathered
the necessary intelligence.

That is not the point,
Nadia.

You report directly to me.

I assessed the risks

and determined
that they were too great,

and still you both chose
to defy orders.

We did what we were
tasked to do, end of story.

I should remind you.

You answer to me.

You're right.

We disregarded
a direct order.

It won't happen again.

Just so we don't have
these misunderstandings again,

let me be clear
to both of you.

Questioning my authority,
whether it's in this office

or in the field,

is unacceptable.

Unacceptable?

Coming from you,
that's almost funny.

Sydney, please.

Do you really want
to engage in a conversation

about what is and what is not
acceptable?

Every day I work here,

I see your face in briefings,

I hear your voice in my ear
during missions,

and you want to know
what it's like?

It makes me sick
to my stomach.

Having to pretend
the past never happened,

that you're not the same
murderous

criminal sociopath
you were three years ago,

it makes me want to retch.

If you want to talk
unacceptable,

that is unacceptable.

I assumed that you had
accepted the fact

that I made amends
for my past.

Amends?

Francie and Danny are gone,

and yet here you are.

And everywhere I look,

I'm reminded of the man
who killed them.

I see.

Hey, uh, tambor's
encryption program --

I broke it.

It was kind of brilliant
on my part,

but then again the data itself
was coded,

so I had
to cross-reference it --
Marshall, what is it?

Well, it looks like the sale
of black thorine --

it's going down
in 16 hours.

We'll be right there.

Okay. You should hurry.

The situation is critical.

Tambor is selling
the black thorine

aboard his yacht,
the argento.

We have less than 16 hours
to get on that boat

and retrieve the stolen vial.

According
to harbor master records,

the argento is sailing
in the black sea

in protected waters
off Turkey,

which means we have no choice
but to go in stealth

without the cover of night.

Do we know who the buyer is?

No, but we do have an idea

where the black thorine
is being stored.

Here, in a cabin
below dark.

Okay, here is the schematic
of the vault

it's secure, built into
the bulkhead, old school.

So whoever is going in,

you are going to need...

These.

Uh, your basic
safecracking tools.

Sounds simple.

Not quite.

Now, I found some receipts
on tambor's hard drive.

Turns out he bought
a condor tl-60

free-standing safe
last month.

I did some measurements,

and oddly enough, it fits
perfectly within the vault,

so I think it's safe
to assume

tambor has a safe
within a safe.

He's certainly
paranoid enough.

The condor uses
a time-synchronized lock.

It randomizes
a combination every 60 seconds.

Now, the combination appears
on a key card

with an lcd screen.

Now, we can assume that tambor
will have it on him,

so...You're gonna
need this.

This is a handheld
wireless monitor,

and this right here --

will you marry me,
Mr. Bristow?

It's a wave millimeter camera.

It will allow you to read
the combination

through his clothing, assuming
he's not wearing a lead girdle,

which is doubtful.
But you understand my point.

There's a jet
standing by.

This is a high-risk mission.
No backup.

Vaughn, Dixon,
this is your op.

If you don't mind, I'd like
to finish what I started.

So would I.

They are
the two best divers.

For me to send them after

the way they behaved
in monte Carlo,

not to mention the way Sydney
just behaved in my office,

would be tantamount
to rewarding them

for insubordination.

I thought I would have
your support on this.

Arvin, the nuance
of fatherhood may elude me,

but there's one thing
I am sure of.

You are not going to forge
any kind of bond with Nadia

if you attempt to keep her
from working with her sister.

I told him, if you don't win us
next game,

you're going to suffer
a painful training injury, huh?

Is that why you doubled
his salary?

Ha.

Phoenix to base,
we're on deck.

Proceed with caution.

Copy that.
We're moving in.

We're going below deck.

We'll be radio silent
until we reach the safe.

Roger that.

Black label.
But of course.

Everything we...
Phoenix,
we have a visual.

Copy that.
Switching to millimeter wave.

Freeze it there.
Save it.

Stand by.
Enhancing the image.

I always believe in pleasure
before business.

But, that being said...

Marshall, rewind the feed.

Is there a problem?

Pull up everything we have
on Leo orissa.

Leo orissa...

Okay.

Anton, get the man
what he came for, huh?

If you don't mind,
I would like first

for my chemist to conduct
a little test, uh...

A precaution.

Mm.

Ready.
Copy that.

Scanning tambor
for the latest combination.

Code is 4-2-6-8-7.

Oh, my God.

We need a bigger case.

Close it up -- now.

So, you never told me --

what do you plan to do
with your purchase?

It is interesting,
actually.

We plan on taking control
of your entire operation.

This guy...

You know this guy?

He's an old friend.

Bad-ass friend.

You don't treat
a girlfriend like that.

Phoenix, evergreen,
do you copy?

I repeat, do you copy?

Phoenix to base.

Tambor and his men
are dead.

Ambushed.

By Leo orissa,
head of a Russian

organized crime syndicate.

I used to work with him

when I was head of SD-6.

He has a link
on the inside.

The girlfriend fed him
everything he needed.

They're in possession
of the vial?

A lot more than a vial.
At least 10 canisters.

10 more -- must have
reverse-engineered it.

Which means they're
manufacturing it.

Tambor has a lab somewhere.
Orissa must know
where it is.

Orissa's associates
are most likely securing

the black thorine
for transport.

Nadia, can you
take them out alone?

I think so.

Given my history
with orissa,

I believe he'd be willing
to talk.

How?

Sydney,
in order for this to work,

you're going to have
to listen to me.

You're going to have
to trust me.

Hello again.

My employer won't be happy
if you pull that trigger.

Your employer?

Who the hell
do you work for?

Tell him.

I work for arvin sloane.

He's demanding 50%?

Including all future
profits from this venture.

Arvin always had an odd
sense of humor.

I came unarmed
out of respect

so that we could talk
like gentlemen.

You are not
seriously considering

making a deal
with this woman.

Do not let her derail
this, Sydney.

I'd keep my mouth shut
if I were you.

You're the one
who made it easy.

You practically drew us
a map.

You? You led sloane to me?

I thought she was just
some kind of --

fine.

I agree to his terms.

Ask for insurance.

Mr. sloane will be pleased.

Of course, he needs
a sign of good faith.

What more does he want?

The location of the lab.

Don't move.

Mention my friend,

Dr. chaleb.

What I did to him

after he betrayed me.

I assume you haven't
forgotten Dr. chaleb.

What sloane did to him.

The sound of his own
screaming woke him up.

He saw everything
burning around him,

including his own flesh.

The fire,

the smell of his own
flesh burning, the screams.

I imagine he spends
his days, nights

wishing that I had
finished the job.

Wishing that he were dead.

His body doesn't work,
but his mind does.

He's a living corpse.

Sloane didn't show
enough mercy to kill him.

Let me tell you
something I know.

Arvin sloane is cruel.

He's inhuman.

If you make this difficult,

he will come after you.

And not just you.

Your friends will not
be spared.

Your family will not
be spared.

If he chooses
to let you live,

you'll spend every waking
minute of your life

reminded
of what he's caused you.

Word to the wise --

give him what he wants.

The lab --

it's in the Ukraine.

Khmel'nitsky.

You son of a bitch!

Phoenix to base.
We're ready for pickup.

You have no idea how glad
I am to hear that.

I'll call the chopper.

Arvin.

You did what you had
to do.

Yes.

Although I imagine
it's the last time

I'll be working
with your daughter.

You did a good job.

I was gonna say
the same thing to you.

I never imagined this.

I didn't even know
spies were real

until I was recruited.

From school?

From our juvenile
detention home.

When I was young,
I was reckless...

Angry.

I remember one judge said
he thought I was lost.

He wasn't wrong.

My training agent
used to tell me

I was good at getting
in and out of situations

without being noticed.

Not to mention
I had no one --

no family, no ties.

I couldn't be compromised,
because I was alone.

I always thought that's what
made me a good spy.

And now?

I might have been wrong.

♪ Take your eyes off me

♪ there's nothing...

Just say stop anywhere.

Stop.

Okay.

Is that your card?

No.

This wasn't your card?

It is not.

Are you sure?

It's not at all my card.

Okay, I think you're lying,
but hold on to that.

Are you sure?

Mm-hmm.

Well, that's never happened.
I'm sorry.

Hold on one second.
What was your card?

Queen of spades.

The queen of spades?

You said that wasn't
your card.

It is not.

How did you do that?

This is incredible.

Well, it's not incredible.
It's child's play.

I've got a million
of them.

Your smile
is so unbelievable.

We going?
Uh, yeah, we're going.

We're just flirting
here if you mind.
Sorry.

♪ Time out
on the running boards ♪

♪ we're running

♪ through a world
that lost its meaning ♪

Langley is pleased.

They located the production
facility for black thorine.

The raid was successful.

I'm happy to hear it.

So, Sydney,
I contacted chase.

She's expecting
a call from you

regarding a transfer
from this unit.

Given your sentiments,
I assume that's what you want.

I want to make something
clear.

I will never forgive you

for what you've done
to me,

to the people I love.

No amount of time
or distance

will ever change that.

♪ We're running

♪ through a world
that lost its meaning ♪

I'll see you tomorrow.

♪ Trying to find
a way to love ♪

♪ this running

♪ ain't no kind of freedom

♪ freedom

♪ freedom