All language subtitles for Alias S01E18 Masquerade_Track02

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 ♪