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My name is Sydney Bristow.

Seven years ago I was recruited by a secret branch of the CIA

called SD-6. I was sworn to secrecy,

but I couldn't keep it from my fiancé,

and when the head of SD-6 found out,

he had him killed.

That's when I learned the truth --

SD-6 is not part of the CIA.

I'd been working for the very people

I thought I was fighting against.

So I went to the only place that could help me take them down.

Now I'm a double agent for the CIA,

where my handler is a man named Michael Vaughn.

Only one other person knows the truth about what I do,

another double agent inside SD-6 --

someone I hardly know.

My father.

There's an FBI tribunal flying in from D.C.

They're going to question Sydney about the prophecy

and decide what the next move is.

It was just a question.

No, it was an accusation,

not to mention the fact

that you are questioning my honor, my loyalty,

based on a prophecy written in a book

that you wouldn't even have if it weren't for me.

Look at this.

There.

"This woman will have had her effect

never having seen the beauty of mt. Sebacio."

Now, according to rambaldi,

the woman in question, the subject of this prophecy,

will have never seen mt. Sebacio,

meaning if Sydney were to go there

and see it herself --

she couldn't be the woman rambaldi was talking about.

That makes sense, doesn't it? I thought that made sense.

We'll have to extract her.

That plane is ready to take you to Italy.

You need to go now.

Dad, I just drove a car into the ocean.

I knew the police were waiting for me.

I used the air from the tires.

I was breathing underwater for 10 minutes

before I started to swim.

And as that car started to fill with water,

I knew what my mother had done in the same situation.

Sydney --

mom's alive.

I know it.

Agent king.

Agent utley, please.

Who's speaking?

Tell him it's about a fugitive the FBI has been looking for.

The fugitive is me.

I don't know how to thank you for helping me.

Don't thank me.

Devlin said the FBI's focusing their investigation

where it should have been all along.

Instead of persecuting you,

they should have been searching for your mother.

But they were convinced she was dead.

No.

While you were in Italy,

I did something I've never done before.

I violated the CIA's trust.

I broke into Langley's classified archives.

I pulled the operational file on your mother

to see if I could find anything

that might prove your intuition correct.

Apparently, after her accident,

an internal commission was formed

to assess the damage she'd done

to United States intelligence.

The commission was comprised of people I'd worked with

since I'd joined the agency,

but one name stood out in particular.

20 years ago, back at the CIA,

you were on a commission that investigated Laura's death.

When I heard that,

I couldn't imagine why you never told me,

unless the commission discovered something

it didn't want me to know about.

Laura didn't die in the accident, did she?

Given my state at the time,

they thought it best that I wasn't told.

They don't know what happened to her,

where she went.

She could still be in this country,

for all they know.

Dad...

I'm going to find her.

Searching for that woman will accomplish nothing.

No good can come from it.

I need to know where she is.

Sydney, we don't even know if she's still alive.

Even if she is, it doesn't change what she did. Dad, I know.

Do you expect her just to say "I'm sorry"?

I don't know what to expect yet.

Well, you better know exactly what to expect.

What could she ever say that would satisfy you?

I have this memory of my father.

I was maybe 5 years old.

We were camping with my mother.

I broke my leg.

And he picked me up

and carried me Miles back to the car.

And I remember looking up at him

and thinking he was the strongest man in the world.

Seeing him there in the car looking so damaged --

I've never seen him like that.

The idea that I want to find my mother --

it scares him.

Well, I don't exactly have a neutral point of view

on the subject of your mother,

but your father's got a point.

I know, and maybe I'm being reckless or selfish

or masochistic.

But if my mother is alive,

then I just have to know that.

Can you help me get everything the CIA's got on her?

Actually, I can't.

All information concerning her has been classified

omega 17 by the FBI,

including her connection to the rambaldi prophecy.

Dozens of agents must be looking for her, maybe hundreds.

They're not going to let me be part of that operation,

are they?

Sydney, I know you need help,

but this time, I just don't have it to give.

I'm sorry.

Please apologize to Emily for me if I woke her.

No, it's all right. It's not necessary.

Emily is used to the phone ringing

in the middle of the night.

You've been avoiding me.

When I found out that my mother might still be alive,

I just needed some time to sort it out.

I understand.

And now you want to know how I could have

hidden the truth from you.

No.

I don't want an explanation.

I came here because I need you to help me find her.

Mm.

Sydney...

How much do you remember about the year

after you were told that your mother died?

I remember...

Just feeling disconnected from everything.

My father was away on business for most of that year.

No.

Your father spent six months in solitary

in a federal prison.

He was suspected of being in collusion with Laura.

The FBI almost tried him for treason,

and even though he was eventually vindicated,

the damage was done,

and he began to unravel.

Unravel...

He drank.

He started taking unnecessary risks.

Come on, Sydney.

You know the father he was to you all those years.

He took a long time to fully recover,

and I was under direct orders from the dci

not to let him know that Laura had survived the accident.

Unfortunately, that also required lying to you.

Well...

Now that I know the truth,

I am removing myself from active duty

until I find out what happened to her.

And I am in no position

to allow you to go off

on what appears to be a rogue operation

that would compromise the agency.

Every day you send me out

on operations that could compromise this agency,

but as long as it's for SD-6, the risk is acceptable.

It is time that SD-6 took a risk for me.

A daughter has a right to know her mother.

I'll help you find her.

Seriously, we are not

putting chocolate chips in the pancakes.

Oh, I got news for you. Yes, we are.

Hey, guys.

Hey. Oh, you still live here.

I know.

Hey, did that finance seminar take a whole week?

If you have any questions about offshore tax shelters,

I'm your girl.

What are you guys doing today?

Francie's going to take me to look for a new tuxedo.

Yeah?

For the, um, the awards thing.

Can we come?

Not a chance in hell.

He's too embarrassed.

We're definitely coming.

Oh, my God. What happened to your arm?

Oh, oh. On the flight back from Seattle,

this guy hit me with his carryon

pulling it from the overhead.

Oh.

Are these chocolate chips?

Thank you. Thank you very much.

As you know, we've identified Alexander khasinau

as the person referred to

in underground intelligence circles as "the man."

He controls more assets than the Russian mafia,

and thanks to his old cold war connections

with foreign intelligence,

he has the legitimacy of a fledgling government.

Hi. Sorry I'm late, and sorry that I have hives.

'Cause I'm --

I'm developing a dermal pigmentation capsule,

and, you know,

not quite right -- it reacted --

you know, just never mind.

And, you know, it'll be gone in a couple hours, so...

Excuse me.

For the last five years,

we've had two deep cover agents

in the Russian embassy in vienna.

One of them is this man -- Kyle wexler.

We recently received

a priority one communiqué from wexler

indicating that khasinau has just converted

$250 million worth of assets into cash.

We need to know what he's spending that money on.

He did manage to include that he's acquired evidence

of khasinau's transactions,

which he's encoded onto a microchip.

He's scheduled a brush pass Saturday night at the embassy.

They're holding their annual maslyanitsa celebration,

and we've arranged for you to attend.

I told you,

I can't focus on active duty when I'm looking for my --

khasinau has become this agency's top priority.

I promise you he'll become yours as well.

What I have to do can't wait.

I understand how you feel. I want you to listen to me.

I don't understand what khasinau has to do with my mother.

He has everything to do with your mother.

He was her superior.

When you first identified khasinau as the man,

I recalled his name from your mother's investigation.

I thought, "this has to be a coincidence."

I did some checking.

He was her superior,

back in his days at the kgb.

This is the only clue I have to offer you.

Get the microchip.

The more we find out about khasinau,

the closer you get to your mother.

Sydney.

I saw you leave sloane's office.

I was planning on telling you.

You've asked sloane to help you find your mother, haven't you?

Yes.

I thought by now

you'd know not to ask sloane for a favor.

You'll spend more time than you care to paying it back.

What choice do I have?

You can choose not to go.

Dad...

Khasinau was mom's superior.

May I have this dance?

With pleasure.

I'd like to talk to you.

Of course, Jack. What's on your mind?

Interesting development about khasinau.

I see. So you spoke to Sydney.

Well, you have every right to be angry,

but I was under orders

to keep the commission's findings confidential.

That I understand. What I don't understand

is why you agreed to help Sydney find her mother

without consulting me.

Well, she's a grown woman.

She was going to pursue this with or without our blessing.

She'll only find disappointment, whatever the outcome.

Well, that depends on what she's expecting.

You are different people, Jack.

Are you sure this isn't affecting you

more than you would like to admit?

I assure you, my concern is only for Sydney.

Yeah.

Well, your assurances notwithstanding,

I think it would be best

if you took a break from active duty.

Just, what, a few days

to clear your head.

I wouldn't feel comfortable leaving Sydney alone right now.

If she were your daughter, I'm sure you'd understand.

You should know by now

that my interest is in protecting Sydney.

It's always been my pleasure to fill in for you

when you were indisposed.

You ready? Ready.

Okay, these earrings are going to make you look radiant,

and I mean that literally,

because once you activate them,

they will emit a infrared pulse

that is invisible to the naked eye,

but thanks to our s.O.P. For high-visibility brush passes,

the agent you're meeting

will know to wear I.R.-Capable contacts,

and, uh, that's how he'll I.D. You.

Excuse me. May I cut in?

Of course.

But I should warn you...

She likes to lead.

Oh, that's good. Maybe I'll learn something new.

Listen to me carefully. Wexler's dead.

What?

We can't stay here.

It's only a matter of time before my cover's blown, too.

Who are you? Wexler's partner.

That's my ring you feel on your neck.

It's a jet injector for a neutrotoxin.

I can give you the old bona fides.

How do I know this isn't a setup?

Credit dauphine is SD-6's front company.

Marshall runs the op tech division,

and sloane is a humorless son of a bitch.

Dixon, change of plans. Wexler's dead.

He may have talked. I'm going for the microchip.

Copy that.

I'll have the car brought around front.

Are you wearing one of Marshall's new toys?

I was bluffing.

Were you recruited right out of college?

Yes. Which?

Berkeley.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

This is a restricted area.

Hey.

How you been?

I can't believe it's you.

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

Wexler was undercover as executive secretary

when he was compromised.

The ambassador's on khasinau's payroll.

So is embassy security.

What are we looking for? This.

Khasinau ships everything through the embassy

so he doesn't have to

deal with police or customs inspections.

God, it's wexler.

The ambassador did not know he had the chip,

so I'm guessing he stashed it someplace.

Or he swallowed it.

Yeah.

Okay, what --

Sydney, abort.

They knew we were coming.

They'll be looking for you. I'll meet you out front.

We need another minute. We almost have the microchip.

Aw, damn it, his stomach's empty.

It could be lodged in his esophagus.

You want to give me a hand here and spread?

Little bit wider.

So, you been good generally?

Yeah, you know work.

Yeah.

There it is. You see it?

Got it.

Whoa. Get in.

I'm not gonna ask.

Dixon.

Noah?

Let's go, let's go.

I'm not real anxious to see sloane's face

when he hears we had to pull Noah out.

What choice did we have?

Do me a favor, Syd -- tread carefully here.

Until he goes through debriefing,

I wouldn't get too friendly.

It's ancient history. It was five years ago.

Anybody have change for 100 rubles?

There's a lady back in coach who's about to kill me.

I was going to stretch my legs anyway.

Really?

Yeah.

Thanks.

No problem.

Hi.

Hi.

I should get some sleep.

Syd, if you're mad, that's fine.

I understand, I mean, but, really,

you don't want to talk, it's okay.

You don't have to be polite.

I just -- I just want you to know

that I'm not mad anymore,

and I don't think you should be, either.

You're not mad?

What do you ever have to be mad about?

Listen, I understand it must have been hard

for you personally when I left,

but come on, you didn't even put up a fight.

What kind of fight was I supposed to put up?

I waited for six hours for you.

You didn't show up. You didn't even call.

I got to work, and sloane told me

that you had been transferred abroad.

I wrote you. I wrote.

What?

I told you to meet me in San Pedro.

I never got a letter.

I didn't send you a letter.

I wasn't allowed to discuss my reassignment.

I encoded a message in a junk e-mail.

You should have been able to pick it up

from the subject line.

I always set my computer to filter out junk e-mail.

This constitutes a major setback.

By extracting agent Hicks,

you squandered a 5-year investment.

We didn't have a choice.

Come on, sloane. It's not her fault.

Your investment was burned.

If they didn't get me out of there,

the exact same thing that happened to wexler

the fact that we even got the microchip

means he didn't die in vain.

I'll listen to your report

after you've been evaluated by security section.

Dixon, would you escort agent Hicks

to McCullough, please?

Now, I have done you a favor, Sydney,

so should the need ever arise...

I'm sure that I can count on you to return it.

In '97, I was admitted as a graduate student

to the moscow institute for international relations.

Worked as a courier for the Russian embassy in Baghdad,

on the visa desk at the consulate in cape town.

In November of 2001,

I was put on as an attaché at the viennese embassy

and given a low-level clearance.

While you were under alias

as a member of the Russian diplomatic corps,

were you approached by any other agency

for recruitment?

Yes.

Which agency?

K-directorate.

Did you accept their offer?

Yes, I did.

They're listening to this conversation right now.

Please answer the question truthfully.

Of course not.

Why did you volunteer

for prolonged undercover assignment

to begin with?

I fail to see how my motives are relevant.

My reasons are my own.

Unfortunately, agent Hicks, they are not.

Okay, um...

Because I was in love,

and I was afraid to admit that to myself.

I saw that as being a sign of weakness in this work.

So I left.

The only reason that I am able to speak

with any kind of perspective about that now

is that I've had five years to regret my mistake.

May I have the name of the person

to whom you are referring?

Absolutely not.

You are aware that I have the authority to take steps

that will compel you to answer.

Yes, I am, and I am also aware

that the only other deep cover agent

anywhere near khasinau is dead,

which makes me somewhat of a valued commodity,

so I suggest we keep the questions

limited to subjects that SD-6 really needs to know about.

Besides, where I come from,

a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell.

Our station chief in Yemen got your dead drop.

I read your debrief.

I'm sorry you had a rough time at the embassy.

Thanks. If anything turns up on the microchip,

I'll let you know.

The agent you extracted -- Noah Hicks --

you mentioned him in the initial background report you wrote

when you first made contact with the CIA.

We met when I was a trainee.

We actually dated for a while.

Really.

We kept it under the radar.

SD-6 discourages, you know, fraternization among agents.

So does the CIA.

There's one more thing --

do you know where your father's been lately?

I talked to him an hour ago. Why?

Kretchmer's left two call signals for a meet,

but we haven't received confirmation yet. Is he okay?

Club soda, please.

How'd you find me?

Your car was still parked in your garage.

I thought you might've walked somewhere close.

This is the fifth place I've looked.

Mike, can I get the check?

Yeah, sure.

Dad, it's 2:00 in the afternoon.

What are you doing here?

I think you might want to talk to someone.

Noted.

Six months ago, I wasn't...

I didn't even know how to talk to you.

But now I feel like --

at least I feel like I can came to you and say --

what's happening between us, Sydney, is temporary.

I'm not suggesting the person you talk to should be me.

It shouldn't be.

But the CIA has counselors.

I think you should see one of them.

Sydney, you are responsible for no one but yourself.

It's not irrational for me to be worried about you.

Please keep your voice down.

I didn't think you'd listen to my advice.

So I made it official.

I came here to pass along an order from devlin.

You're going to see a counselor for trauma evaluation.

Hey, Syd.

I'm sorry you had to come down. It's my fault.

Really. We're uploading the microchip.

There's 10,000 files, 14 different languages --

linguistics needs all the help they can get.

So you're cleared.

Yeah.

You survived the debriefing.

Yes, I did. You know, and I forgot how much

I missed McCullough.

Let's get started.

So how long are you planning on staying?

I'm not exactly sure. It's somewhat complicated.

Why?

Long story.

Remember when you, uh,

just got back from endurance training

before you were sent out as a field op,

and you came back and you had this incredible glow...

And I remember -- yeah, you did.

I remember thinking, "man this girl's really having fun."

And I remember being worried about that

because I knew, inevitably,

one day you would not feel that way...

That you were not aware

of what you were getting yourself into.

You thought I'd get myself killed.

Maybe.

Is that why you left?

No.

No.

Well, you were right about one thing.

I'm not having fun anymore.

Come on, we're going to be late.

I can't find my jacket.

I know. I just don't want to miss the previews, though.

They're, like, my favorite part.

All right, I'm just going to borrow one of Syd's.

Hey, do you think I bought the right tux?

Yeah. For the amount of money you wanted to spend.

What's that supposed to mean? What?

Didn't Syd say she went to Seattle? Yeah. So?

Well, why is there a return ticket from Italy in her pocket?

It's probably from another trip.

It's dated last week.

Why wouldn't she tell us about a trip to Italy?

What you are looking at is a schematic

of a westbury 23 supercomputer.

It's capable of making 500 trillion calculations

per second.

Khasinau bought two of them.

What for?

These computers are ideal for simulating

theoretical engineering designs.

So, for example,

if khasinau has acquired enough rambaldi artifacts,

he may be able to assemble these artifacts correctly

and extrapolate what missing pieces remain

from the overall design.

And that's why you need to steal the data core.

How are you? Um...May I?

Sure.

Thank you.

Thanks to the microchip, we have an image

of the data core, and trust me, this core --

hard-core.

I mean, it's a photorefractive crystal cube.

It acts like a sponge. I mean, this has got enough capacity

to serve as a backup archive for both computers,

but, you see, the problem is, in order for this little puppy

to work, it's got to be kept in a cryogenic chamber

halfway to absolute zero, which is cold.

I mean, it is cold enough to freeze your skin to stone

in under a minute, even if, like, a millimeter of it

is exposed.

In addition, khasinau's computer complex in arkhangelsk

is a mile underground. The surrounding forests

are patrolled by private security forces.

I would like to point out that,

given this high level of security

surrounding this computer network,

it is likely that khasinau is using it

as his primary archive --

account numbers, old contacts,

every agent who's ever worked for him.

This is a two-person operation.

You've been on assignment a long time. I'll go.

Actually, I know the area pretty well.

I did a lot of recon there when I was a courier.

Well, Noah's right. We need every advantage on this one.

You leave in an hour.

My feet hurt. Yep.

Can we stop? No.

I got to take my boots off. No, leave 'em on.

You take 'em off, your foot will swell up.

Hey, hey, hey! We're Americans, we're Americans!

Okay. Whoa! We're Americans!

You were speculating that perhaps Sydney's desire

to find her mother could be interpreted

as criticism of you as a father.

I suppose it's understandable.

Much like a normal family after a divorce,

when parental jealousy

is stirred over a child's affection.

And how would you define a "normal" family?

I suppose it's one in which the family members

aren't under orders to lie to each other.

I see what you're getting at.

Maybe there's no such thing as a normal family.

Well, okay, Mr. Bristow.

I guess we can call it a day.

I prefer Jack.

One more thing, Jack --

I don't believe a single word that you've said to me

over this past hour.

Don't get me wrong.

I think you're a master.

You have all your subconscious tells under control.

You're smart enough to struggle with words,

but I think you told me what I wanted to hear

so that you could get out of my office

as quickly as possible.

I also think that someone so skilled at deception

is in danger of deceiving himself.

I am going to recommend that you see me once a week.

You haven't got a clue

what's required to lead the kind of life I lead,

to maintain a balance between two lives

and protect my daughter in the process.

The kind of person who does that,

the kind of person I have to be

is not the kind of person who would come in here

and talk to you.

Well, then, I guess we're making some progress.

See you next week.

Is there any chance we can contact the American embassy?

What were you taking pictures of?

Just the scenery. Just the scenery, I swear.

Why don't you just take the film, sir,

and give her back the camera?

It's just the scenery.

Keys. Hey.

Let's go.

Come on.

Move, move, move, move, move.

Let's go, Syd.

I'm disengaging the core.

I'm in.

All right, Syd,

don't forget to keep that core temperature constant.

You must keep the core temperature constant.

Got it.

How we doing?

Almost there.

Got it.

Noah, I'm freezing.

Syd, hang on. The system is in lockdown.

Come on, wake up. Wake up.

Syd, wake up. Come on.

Good girl, come on. Good, good, come on.

Up, up, up, up, up.

Come on. Syd, come on.

Come on, babe. Move, move, move, move.

It's just weird. I don't know -- Italy.

Okay, okay, what if she met somebody

on one of her business trips?

Yeah, but why would she keep that a secret?

Well, maybe she doesn't want to talk about it yet,

or she's embarrassed by it or something.

Oh, come on, why?

What?

The bruise -- what if he's beating her?

Are you kidding me? Sydney would never put up with that.

Maybe she's sleeping with her boss.

Sloane? No. No.

Should we just forget that we even found the ticket?

You really think she's in trouble.

When she gets back from -- where did she say she went?

San Francisco.

Which I'm sure she did.

I think we're just blowing this out of proportion.

There's an explanation.

So we'll ask her when she gets back from...San Francisco.

Did you get through?

Yeah.

It was almost impossible to get a signal,

but we got an extraction set at 0800.

That's, what, six hours.

Yeah.

We should prepare in case khasinau's men show up.

The floorboards in the corner over there lift up.

This safe house has saved me a couple of times.

You know what would be great right about now

is a fire in that fireplace.

I heard a chopper making rounds.

If it's thermal equipped,

it'll pick up the heat signature.

What were you looking for in that database, anyway?

It's, um, it's a long story.

Well, we got six hours, so that's good.

I was looking for information about my mother.

Your mother.

A lot's happened since you left.

And I want to fill you in, but...

I don't know if I feel comfortable doing that yet.

Right.

You're still mad.

No.

When you left

and you just disappeared,

it was a kick in the stomach,

and I carried that around for a long time.

Well.

You were the last person that I ever wanted to see again...

Ever.

And you were the only person

that I ever wanted to see again.

♪ Sleep won't come till I'm sorry to you ♪

♪ for my body

♪ and my mind

wait.

Wait.

♪ Don't wanna, you wanna ♪

♪ don't wanna, you wanna ♪

♪ don't wanna, you wanna ♪

♪ don't wanna, you wanna ♪

♪ don't wanna, you wanna ♪

♪ no sudden moves

♪ don't wanna, you wanna ♪

♪ don't wanna, you wanna ♪

♪ don't wanna, you wanna ♪

♪ don't wanna, you wanna ♪

♪ don't wanna, you wanna ♪

♪ you wanna see it through ♪

♪ yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪