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Previously on "Alias. "
What do you want?
For me to succeed as
a double agent for The Covenant,
I'll need your help.
Your needs don't concern me.
It's good to see you, Julia.
Good to see you, too.
You're being set up.
His daughter, Sydney Bristow,
also CIA, goes by an alias.
Julia Thorne.
It's been 3 weeks since I found
out Sydney murdered Lazarey.
I've been lying to my wife
for three weeks.
You were ordered
not to say anything.
She was ordered to find out
who murdered Lazarey.
I'm engaged in preventing her
from doing her job.
And that you're
protecting Sydney.
I'm no longer Sloane's handler.
Dixon gave that job
to Sydney Bristow.
Good. That frees you up
to focus on the Lazarey ***.
I spoke to the leasing agent.
According to their records,
this office was leased
a year ago, November 24th.
A 4-year lease paid in advance.
Was there a name?
Yes, there was.
I believe she's the person
who killed Lazarey.
Her name is Julia Thorne.
Oh, Sydney.
Thank you.
Thank you, Doctor.
Good to see you.
I know I haven't been
to group in a while.
That's okay.
We have another session tonight.
I actually came here to talk
about something else.
Is it your dreams?
I've heard about
an experimental procedure
used to recover lost memories.
Neurostimulation therapy.
Now, Sydney, before we discuss
this, let's give group a chance.
Some of those people have been
in that group for 10 years.
None seem to be closer
to finding out what happened.
The point is to accept
what's happened,
that you may never remember,
and free yourself to move on.
With all due respect, you
don't know what it feels like.
You have clearance. I can tell
you that unlike anyone else,
there's a terrorist organization
trying to find out the one thing
that I can't remember.
My point being,
I don't have the luxury
of waiting for acceptance.
Come with me.
This is Kenneth Blake.
He joined
Central Intelligence in 1981.
He was missing for five years.
Finally turned up
in a South Korean hospital
with severe injuries
and no memory whatsoever.
Blake volunteered for the same
procedure you're asking for.
The procedure was carried out.
Blake learned he'd been
in custody of the North Koreans
all that time,
exposed to torture
so intense, so prolonged
that his conscious mind
blacked it out.
The invasive nature
of the surgery
left him with permanent
brain damage.
You should know, Sydney, that
the National Security Council
considers Blake
a successful test case
for neurostimulation therapy.
I'd consider death as an option
before this procedure.
You have been a busy man,
Javier Parez.
Epidemiology lab in Cannes.
Disease-control ministry
in Spain.
Genetic-engineering
facility in Cuba.
Do I turn you over to Cuba,
to Spain, to France?
To me, there is no difference.
For you, there is at least
one significant difference.
France and Spain do not
believe in the death penalty.
So here's
where we help each other.
You provide me
with a bigger fish.
The people who commission
you, for instance.
And I allow you to choose
to whom I place my call.
What if I told you I have
information that would be
very interesting
to the Americans
regarding a Central Intelligence
agent and a ***?
A CIA agent committing ***.
Hardly newsworthy.
It is when it's done on behalf
of an international
terrorist group,
and the target
is a Russian diplomat.
People, listen up.
We've got non-cleared
personnel en route.
Deactivate the wireless network,
and put all secure servers
on lockdown.
I don't want to see anything
more revealing
than a weather map.
Level-3 security
procedures in effect.
All computer monitors
and LCDs on safe mode.
Re-routing the PB X
to administration.
I always knew you were
destined for great things.
Follow me.
Marshall.
Mr. Sloane.
Hi.
It's been a while.
A lot has happened.
First you were evil,
now you're good, so you claim.
Not that I don't trust you.
How are you?
Very happy to see you, Marshall.
Due to the sensitive nature
of the information
Arvin Sloane is about
to present to us,
I thought it would be best
if he did so here.
Is everyone here?
Agents Vaughn and Reed are
prepping a separate assignment
under the direction of the NSC.
I had a meeting with Mr. Sark.
I assume we're here because
The Covenant requires something.
Your new assignment.
It seems The Covenant
is no longer satisfied
with using my organization
merely as a front
for their illegal activities.
They've now tasked me
an operation.
I presume you know
what a maser is.
You mean a microwave laser?
Well, yeah.
I mean, you want me to explain?
Marshall, Sloane has no
authority in this room.
Sorry. I didn't mean
to offend you, sir.
I know you're the main
Do you want me to
Yes.
It's a microwave that gets
focused into a pinpoint beam.
Very similar to how light
gets focused into a laser.
Tomorrow night,
I'm scheduled to attend
a charity function hosted
by the Chinese government
at one of their ministries.
The Covenant
has acquired intelligence
that China has designed
a working maser unit,
the prototype of which
is held there.
China intends to mount
a maser ray
on one of their
defense satellites.
It is an assassination program.
Wait, are you saying
that this weapon
is capable of killing
from space?
Pulsed microwaves are capable
of causing tissue damage,
heart failure,
even brain hemorrhaging.
This could make it appear the
victim died from natural causes.
You can imagine
the potential threat
if The Covenant were to acquire
this technology.
I've been tasked to steal
the maser's operating system,
which is in the Chinese
Defense Minister's office.
I want Strategic Services
to review your plan,
and I'll assign an agent
to go along.
I presumed
that would be the case.
I propose Sydney accompany me
to the function,
posing as my assistant.
Together we can obtain
the operating system,
corrupt the maser,
and pass along the faulty data
to The Covenant.
That is, assuming the CIA
still intends to use me
as a double agent.
Why me?
Because this mission
cannot be done alone.
I will not risk my life unless
I'm going in with the best.
Do you really imagine,
given your history,
that we would ever
I'll go.
You know I don't trust you,
and that I believe you have an
endgame beyond this operation.
But I also know
that if we're caught,
we'll be standing side by side
in front of
a Chinese firing squad,
which means this time
our interests are in line.
And if you betray me
I will just kill you myself.
I understand you've been
loaned out to the NSC.
I leave for Mexico in an hour.
Lauren requested me.
She's briefing me en route.
A contact of mine
in Nogales informed me
that Javier Parez
was apprehended
by Mexican authorities.
I'm sure you remember him
as part of the team
Sydney infiltrated
several weeks ago.
Yeah, sort of.
He almost killed me.
He's offered
to trade information
to the NSC
in exchange for leniency.
Our problem is this.
He knows about Sydney.
That she murdered Lazarey
under the alias Julia Thorne.
You can imagine the consequences
were he to share this
information with your wife.
I think you should tell her
that you know the identity
of the man you've been
sent to interview,
and that conflict of interest
requires you both
to remove yourself
from this case.
Are you asking me to interfere
with my wife's investigation?
Yes.
No.
I've kept the truth from Lauren
because Dixon ordered me to.
A situation you orchestrated.
You understand the consequences
to Sydney if this leaks.
The NSC will subject her
to invasive brain surgery.
I don't need a lecture
on the risks she faces.
I don't understand
your resistance.
The NSC will send
other operatives.
They're gonna find out.
It will provide us the time
to plan our next move.
I think it's safe to say I know
my wife better than you do.
I would hope.
Lauren may be our best chance
of keeping this information
from the NSC.
And, Mr. Vaughn,
what if you're wrong?
It's the latest
in cloaking technology.
It's called optical camouflage.
Now, basically,
if you take a look right here,
its surface is covered
in microfilaments,
which interpret the U.V. Waves
generated by its surroundings.
Which means that once you drop
it off in the Chinese ministry,
I will be able to
guide it undetected
past the internal
security cameras
to the alarm controls,
which I'll then deactivate
using the internal modem.
So, once you disable the alarms,
I'll be able to access
the minister's office,
where their maser is kept.
Once you get to the maser,
you will access the motherboard.
And then you will attach this
to the EPROM chip.
Now, press one, and you'll
be connected to me.
I will access the maser's
operating system and corrupt it,
and then a copy
of the corrupted version
will be stored onto this.
Which I will give to Sloane
to pass on to The Covenant.
Right.
Actually, where did the car go?
By the way, you look beautiful.
Spare me.
I would encourage you
to take my arm
if we're gonna bluff
our way through this.
Ladies.
Mr. Sloane, we're honored
you could attend.
The honor is mine, Minister Woo.
And this is my executive
assistant, Christina Meyers.
A pleasure.
Pleasure.
Your organization's
compassionate work
is the model of humanitarian
achievement.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Miss Meyers,
would you give us a moment?
I have a private matter
to discuss.
Certainly.
Your assistant is lovely.
I presume she does
more for you than type.
Our relationship
is strictly professional.
Of course.
You're on.
Ladies and gentlemen,
start your engines.
Promise me again
they won't hear it.
The noise output is. 04 DBs,
which is inaudible to the ear.
A cockroach thinks louder
than this car.
Looks like a nice party.
I'm gonna follow this guy.
Looks like he knows
where he's going.
Security.
Are you all right?
As long as Marshall can
shut down the security system.
You know, Sydney,
we should dance.
Like hell.
The minister assumes
we're sleeping together.
Despite my protests,
he remains unconvinced.
I could care less.
Well, neither would I
if he wasn't constantly
looking in my direction.
Normally, I would suggest
that we remain discreet.
I think it best we feign
an argument on the dance floor.
That would buy you
sufficient time to slip away.
And, Sydney, given the way
you feel about me,
I doubt it would take
much acting on your part.
So, my dear, shall we?
We have to get
to the security room.
All right, following him.
Sorry.
- Hurry up.
- I got to focus.
Marshall, follow that guard.
Turn to the right.
I got it.
I got it.
Good. He's approaching
the security control room.
Hurry.
Pedal to the metal, sir.
Easy.
Piece of cake.
Hurry.
Marshall, under the desk.
Yeah, yeah, I got it.
Well done.
Okay, now I will activate
the RF modem
and hack into
the security system.
Okay, alarms are down.
Surveillance is off.
Should take them weeks to get
back online, maybe even months.
Thank you.
Marshall says the security
system is shut down.
Well, then I propose you make
this fight look real.
Oh, God, it's a boy.
Get back in the car.
We have them.
The payment will be left
in the confessional
of the San Angel Church
as instructed.
Hold them for at least
two hours, then let them go.
Vam�nos, muchachos!
Marshall, I'm going in.
Copy, Mountaineer.
Security systems are offline.
You're cleared for entry.
Keep your face covered. You
can't afford to be recognized.
Checking for sensors.
We're good.
Okay, Marshall,
uplink established.
Copy that, Mountaineer. Give me
two seconds to corrupt the code.
What's the matter?
Security system is back online.
I don't know how they did it.
- Can you get it back offline?
- Give me two seconds.
You may have been compromised.
- Get out.
- Marshall, how much longer?
No!
Get out of there now.
How long?
Just give me one minute.
Marshall, are you done?
Go, go, go.
You are very lucky
they let you go.
Crime on the highways
has become an embarrassment.
If you'd like to file a report,
I will see that it receives
the highest priority.
No, thank you.
We'd like to extradite
Mr. Parez as soon as possible.
Very well.
This way.
Ay, Dios m�o.
Who else has been to see
Mr. Parez since he arrived?
No one.
I am truly sorry you came
this way for nothing.
You'll give this
to The Covenant.
It contains the corrupted copy
of the operating system.
The Covenant will track it
back to the Chinese prototype,
which has also been corrupted.
They won't suspect
that you betrayed them.
I see.
I wonder how many times your
handler said something like that
before you were about to
give me something like this.
A small object
of tremendous value
that I asked you to steal
for SD-6,
which you then
rendered worthless
in order to prevent its
exploitation by The Alliance.
It happened on occasion.
There was a time you trusted me.
It was before
I knew who you were.
It was before I knew who I was.
Oh, no, it was
more recent than that.
The day you were found
in Hong Kong.
The day of your resurrection,
as it were.
This letter arrived
at my office.
My analyst confirmed
what I recognized instantly.
What I'm sure you'll verify
on your own.
The handwriting is yours.
I've never seen that code
before.
I didn't want to offer it
to anyone else.
Unfortunately, I couldn't
decipher it myself.
Since those items
were in your possession,
I thought you might
want them back.
Let's talk.
Of course.
You killed Javier Parez,
you son of a ***.
You've just returned
from a traumatic experience.
You're emotional,
which would explain
your baseless accusation.
I am emotional.
I get that way when I see a gun
pressed to my wife's temple.
Ours is a risky business.
Armed rebels take us hostage,
then let us go out of
the kindness of their hearts?
You didn't think
I'd see through that?
You were graced by luck.
You expect me to believe
a man on the verge
of bartering for his freedom
decided to hang himself?
Parez had a price on his head.
He knew his days were numbered.
What part of this doesn't have
a rational explanation?
You ever put my wife's life in
danger again, I will kill you.
Then perhaps
you finally understand
the moral compromises you make
when someone you love
is in danger.
Get in the car.
Please.
I've jammed the feed of the TV
cameras, so let us speak freely.
You know who I am?
Yes.
I understand your investigation
into the Lazarey ***
has hit a dead end.
What a pity.
How do you know?
I know because I framed
Javier Parez,
assuming he'd be extradited
to the United States.
Once in custody, he'd be forced
to confess what he knows.
Namely the identity
of Andrian Lazarey's murderer.
This is the second time
I've had a gun put to my head.
I don't particularly like it.
I assume if you wanted me dead,
I would be,
so if you have something
to tell me, do it.
A wedding present.
A touch informal, I know,
but everything else
on your registry was taken.
Open it.
Where did you get these?
Where is not important.
What is important is who.
Her name is Julia Thorne.
Merely an alias.
She goes by another name.
A name you're quite
familiar with.
Oh, my God.
Now you should understand
why I've risked coming to you.
I recently learned
that Sydney Bristow
murdered a father
I never had a chance to know.
I suspect you have reasons
for disliking her.
Therefore, I'm confident that
you'll relay this information
to the appropriate parties.
By the way, I've rigged
a weight-sensitive charge
to the underside
of this vehicle.
Once I leave you,
I'll activate it.
If you get out of the car
before 30 minutes has elapsed,
the charge will detonate.
It has been a pleasure,
Miss Reed.
- It's me.
- Dad.
Are you all right?
You sound upset.
No, I'm fine.
Did you receive my transmission?
Yes. Sloane gave you a key,
which he claims was sent to him
sometime before you
woke up in Hong Kong.
His claim was pretty convincing.
It was written
in my handwriting.
The ciphertext as well?
Yes.
Why?
Remember during the time
you were missing,
I contacted your mother?
That ciphertext was encoded
using a method she devised.
Does this mean I was
in contact with Mom
during the two years I was gone?
If that's true,
she failed to mention it
during our last communication.
Can you break the code?
Yes, I learned the code
from your mother.
It's an address in Rome.
the penthouse apartment.
- Does that mean anything to you?
- No.
I had a local contact
pull up the property record.
The apartment was purchased
a year ago.
The buyer chose
to remain anonymous.
Get some rest.
When you get back, you and I
will go to Rome together.
Are you all right?
Yes.
Did he hurt you?
No.
I am so sorry.
We'll find him.
He told me Julia Thorne
is really Sydney Bristow.
I wasn't sure if you knew.
Now I know.
I was under orders
not to say anything.
- Whose orders?
- Dixon.
Dixon knows?
And Jack, Weiss, everyone?
- That's not the point.
- It's exactly the point.
Everyone at that office
kept secret from the NSC
the one thing I have desperately
been trying to learn.
How long have you known?
Three weeks.
For three weeks
you've been trying to derail
my investigation!
Sydney doesn't remember
any of it.
Do not defend her to me.
I am explaining why Dixon
I am your wife.
You kept Sydney's secret
from me.
You protected Sydney over me,
something I refuse to do.
It's not that simple.
Do you still love her?
That's not what this is about!
She is not my wife!
You can't punish her for the
fact that she and I had a past.
If you report this to Lindsey,
he's gonna want to know
everything she did
over those two years.
As well he should.
The only way
to access her memory
is through a dangerous
invasive procedure.
I'm aware of the procedures.
None of which they would force
on a U.S. Agent.
Lazarey was a Russian diplomat.
All Lindsey has to do is form
an extradition agreement
with the Russians, and she
will be shipped to Moscow,
where she has no rights
as an American.
He'll run the procedure there.
He can't do that.
She's a CIA operative.
Think about it.
You know better than anyone.
Lindsey will not hesitate
to break the rules.
If he learns about this,
Sydney
Oh, God, Lauren.
You already reported her.
You followed your orders.
I followed mine.
Michael.
Sydney, it's me.
Don't go home.
The NSC knows everything.
Meet me at terminal one.
I'll explain everything
once I pick you up.
How the hell did they find out?
Sark told Lauren.
I have a plane waiting
at the Dover Airfield.
It'll take you
anywhere you want to go.
Someplace you can disappear.
If the NSC wants to find me,
they will.
I was someone else
for two years.
Someone I don't even remember.
What am I supposed to do now?
Just spend my life in hiding?
Between that and a lobotomy,
there isn't a choice.
I can't keep running forever.
I'll do everything I can
to make sure you won't have to.
Rome.
I'm going to Rome.
Grazie, Giancarlo.
There's a caf� at the corner of
Via del Corso and Via Condotti.
Caf� Ruby.
There's a pay phone
with a false bottom.
You'll find money
and a new passport.
Good thing I'm already packed.
You should go.
Vaughn.
Why are you doing this?
My life is already a disaster.
And now yours is, too.
What happened between us.
Everything.
The way it is
isn't anyone's fault, Sydney.
And even though
everything's changed
some things don't.
I'm not gonna lose you twice.
Thank you.
Grazie.
Ciao.
Sydney didn't check in
this morning,
and she's not answering
her cellphone.
Do you know where she is?
I don't know.
Director Dixon, I need to speak
with you in your office, please.
Of course.
The NSC knows that Sydney
was responsible
for Lazarey's ***,
don't they?
I presume you're the one who
helped her disappear last night.
What else are you willing to do
to see Sydney through this?
What did you have in mind?
- Please sit.
- No, thank you.
Director Dixon, you've always
been direct and fair with me,
which is why I take no pleasure
in what I'm about to say.
Under authority of
the National Security Council,
Robert Lindsey has instructed me
to relieve you of duty
as director of this task force
until he arrives.
On what grounds?
Obstruction of justice.
Willingly conspiring to impede
an international investigation
into the ***
of Andrian Lazarey.
I have photographic evidence
Sydney Bristow was his killer.
We've learned you've known
about this for some time.
It is within my purview
to compartmentalize
information, Lauren.
If Bob Lindsey has issue
with that, he can take it up
with the director
of Central Intelligence.
He has.
Feel free to call D.C.I.
Yourself for confirmation,
though I suspect your phone
will be ringing any moment.
These premises are to be
locked down
until Lindsey arrives
with Federal agents.
That means until such time,
nobody leaves.
I take it you have Sydney
in custody.
Not yet,
but we know where she is.