Previously on "Alias":
For starters, my name isn't Michael Vaughn.
Langley believes Vaughn may be a double agent.
They think the crash may have been an extraction.
Gordon Dean, Office of Special Investigations.
- My fiancé was just abducted. - That's what we're trying to determine.
I want the truth.
Seven years ago, a woman came to me, said her father'd been involved in a project.
One people had gone to great lengths to cover up. Said it was called Prophet Five.
This man, Renée and I tried to find him for years.
Renée who? Who is this woman?
- Renée Rienne. - Vaughn...
The Raven. Renée Rienne.
She's wanted for the assassination of the Turkish interior minister in 2001,
and for the murders of three CIA agents stationed in Serbia.
Vaughn's movements track with hers.
I am now officially classifying him a fugitive and your daughter an accomplice.
You'll be notified when they've been apprehended.
What on earth made you risk your own life, not to mention your professional integrity?
Dad, Vaughn and I...
We're having a baby.
I want to know about Prophet Five.
It seemed to be some sort of advanced genetics, 500 years ahead of its time.
When they know you're onto it, they'll stop at nothing to silence you.
You're a hard person to find. But if I can do it, so can they.
I know who you are, Renée.
It's no accident you found me here.
The people who killed Vaughn, they own this place.
There's an operation center in the back. I haven't gotten in yet.
But judging by the way that man over there is looking at us,
you just blew my cover.
- You should go. Walk out. Slowly. - What about you?
I didn't spend three months getting in the place to just walk away.
If I can access their servers, that might give me a window into their operation.
I'm going there.
I'm coming with you.
You know the rules. You're not supposed to be back here.
You're gonna want to step aside now.
Sexy. So I'm being threatened by a waif and a pregnant chick.
Feeling sexy now?
Get up.
Hurry up! Delete the files! Go on, now!
The data's being destroyed.
- I can't stop it. - Me neither.
Hurry!
It's no use. We'd better go.
- Wait. - What is it?
We got it. It doesn't look like it's been fried.
- Data should still be intact. - Probably encrypted.
No problem. I don't know if Vaughn mentioned, but I work with a genius.
He'll crack the encryption. I'll upload it for you.
Here, take this. It's a secure line.
Dial nine, wait for the tone, dial 816...
You're not bringing this back to the CIA.
No. We're off the books. It's different.
Not to me. I don't know them.
I do. You can trust them.
Who says I trust you?
- Good point. - What did Michael tell you about me?
Not that much. Just that you've been working with him for years,
and you were the one who told him about Prophet Five.
I understand your reluctance.
You're number eight on the CIA's Most Wanted list.
I get it.
But you have to understand, these people killed my fiancé,
the father of my child.
I'm gonna enlist every resource available to immobilize them.
And if that means this is the last time you and I see each other, that's fine by me.
Just tell me how you want to do it.
- Number eight? - Yes.
I'm slipping. I used to be number six.
You're exactly like Michael said you were.
Fine. Do it your way. Give me the phone.
- You called him Michael. - Yeah.
Don't worry. He was crazy about you.
- How have you been feeling? - Oh, good.
The morning sickness is gone and my energy's back.
Right on schedule. That's normal for the second trimester.
How was your trip? London, right? Do any shopping?
Oh, it was more of a business trip, actually.
I had to meet with one of my fiancé's old friends.
What about exercise? Are you keeping active?
- My job is still pretty demanding. - That's great.
Doctors used to tell pregnant women to stay off their feet.
You're pregnant. You're not sick.
As long as you feel comfortable, just keep doing what you're doing.
Let's take a look, shall we?
Should I ask the nurse to bring in anyone from the waiting room?
No. I... I came alone.
You know, Sydney, I see a lot of new moms.
And one thing that I can tell you from experience:
It's really important to be able to reach out, ask for help.
- I've never been very good at that. - You should try.
OK. Let's see how we're doing.
And there we go.
That's your baby.
That's the head, the spine...
And that pulse...
Look at its little heart.
You got an active one there. Just like Mommy.
Everything looks great.
And I will see you in a few weeks.
This is the man that killed Vaughn. His name is Ivan Curtis.
He ran operations for a corporate security firm out of Dublin until three years ago,
when European aviation records say he died in a private plane crash.
It's starting to fit a pattern.
Gordon Dean was presumed dead two years ago.
Both of the men we know were involved.
Their operation has been in place for 30 years without being detected.
Whoever they are, they must have access to high-level resources.
I'm leaving for Washington. Ahern has some names for me.
Do you still think that's a good idea, bringing in a new agent now?
Someone we don't know?
We're down a man. I trust Ahern's recommendation without reservation.
Meantime, Curtis has been in London.
Do a facial profile so we can run him against their surveillance networks.
So Sydney said she got this footage from a contact.
What do we know about this person?
She didn't say.
Yeah? Hello?
I've been going over the London footage. I think I found something.
Mm. I'd love to, baby, but I'm married.
Oh, Marshall, wake up. Marshall!
I'm up. I'm up, I'm up. Sorry.
Uh... Syd?
I need you to pull up the surveillance footage from London.
OK. Uh, gimme a sec.
- Have you been at this all night? - Are you looking at it?
Hold on. Gimme just a sec.
OK. Now I am. What am I looking for?
Time index 12:40. Curtis is dialing a number. Can you enhance it?
I'll see what I can do.
Looks like a four...
That looks like a three...
It might be a five.
You know what? I'll run it against the Echelon call archive. I'll use the five.
Got the audio. Patching it through.
- They're ordering takeout, Marshall. - Right. Sorry. Must be the three.
All right. Patching it through.
- Hello. - Any news on my package?
- Not yet. I'm still working on it. - I'm growing impatient. Is this a problem?
I haven't disappointed you yet, have I? 25 more kilos. I'll have it for you.
Fine. I'll be there to pick it up.
- We got our guy. - Who is Curtis talking to?
- Can you run a trace? - Yeah. Um...
Uh, it's not just the server, Bob. You need to run a diagnostic on the entire network.
- What? - Could you hold on one sec?
Who's Bob? I never heard you mention Bob.
You know Bob. He works in the corner. He brings in the dark-roast...
coffee.
- I'm not having an affair. - I know you're not.
I just don't want you to wake Mitchell.
Oh. OK.
OK.
You, uh... You think she believed me, right?
- Yeah, Marshall, I think you're OK. - I'll run a trace on that call.
OK.
It belongs to a Heinrich Roemer.
Where do I know that name from?
You're beautiful.
Your father...
He told me about Vaughn. You have my condolences.
He was a good man.
What you must be going through.
One of the men responsible, Ivan Curtis,
he's been in contact with an arms dealer, Heinrich Roemer.
According to SD-6 files, you've worked with him.
Yes. He supplied arms to several SD cells.
Curtis is planning a meet with Roemer. We don't know when.
We need to locate Roemer's base of operations, get inside, wire it with cameras.
So you can monitor him and wait for Curtis to make contact. I understand.
This is your first lead, isn't it, Sydney?
Yeah.
Look, I know how important this is to you.
But revenge is ultimately a hollow pursuit, Sydney.
This isn't about revenge. They know who I am. They know where I work.
And as long as they're out there, I am not safe.
OK.
Roemer operates out of Amsterdam.
Tactical entry is out of the question. Roemer's paranoid about security.
You'll have to go in posing as buyers.
There's a vending machine on Ballister, near Amstel.
Enter the sequence 51094.
Shortly thereafter you'll be contacted. Then all you need are the bona fides.
Roemer's security system is capable of detecting bugs.
Your best option is to piggyback off his closed-circuit feeds.
Right jacket pocket.
Keep it. Small gift.
Follow me.
OK, I'm ready to hack into their system.
You'll just need a directed RF pulse from your wristwatch for each interiorcamera.
Gentlemen. Welcome.
Heinrich Roemer.
Jalim Komisi. It's my pleasure.
My business manager, Isaac Malcolm.
Have a seat.
So, who do I have to thank for your business?
A mutual friend. Jean Briault.
We worked together in Montreal. He spoke highly of you.
Jean Briault? I haven't heard that name in years.
He was a good man. It is a pity, what happened.
Well, what can I do for you?
3,000 Kalashnikov rifles. 75 man-portable shoulder-fired Stinger missiles.
M77 antipersonnel mines.
What exactly would you do with a purchase this large?
I intend to secure some beachfront property.
An order of this size, it won't be easy. I couldn't do it for less than, say...
five million dollars.
Uh, Mr. Komisi will forward an additional 20%
if you can complete delivery by... Friday.
Oh, God. Oh, I'm so sorry.
- Mr. Komisi, I'm sorry. - It's no matter.
No, it is. And it's my fault.
You have someplace I can clean up?
- He will show you the way. - Thank you.
Outrigger, camera one is up. Connection's solid.
Camera two is online.
- How are the video signals? - Good.
Outrigger, we've got company.
It's Curtis. He's here.
- If I move now... - No. I know what you're thinking.
Hold your position.
Mr. Roemer didn't expect you until tonight.
Plans change. I took an earlier flight. I assume that won't be a problem?
Of course not. I'll let him know you're here.
I take payment via wire. Currency is too easy to counterfeit.
Of course.
- Curtis. - Ja.
If you'll excuse me. Just a small matter I need to attend to.
Please make sure our guest is comfortable.
- Mr. Curtis. Good to see you. - Where's my package?
Your item arrived today. 25 kilos of Nuridium, as promised.
Which leaves us just the matter of payment.
Sure thing.
Thank you.
Weiss is in trouble.
- Thanks. - Come on. We gotta go.
Need a ride?
Get up.
Ow!
- Would you take it easy? - Shut up.
Listen, Syd. Dixon and I can handle this.
No. I'm gonna talk to him.
All right, fine. I'll be right here if you need me.
Can we have a minute?
Do you recognize me?
No.
Four months ago, you murdered a man - Michael Vaughn.
Do you remember?
I do. I was there.
It'll be burned into my memory for the rest of my life
as the day my child lost its father.
So you can imagine what I'd like to do to you.
Lucky for you, there's someone I want even more.
Tell me where I can find Gordon Dean.
Is this whole routine supposed to scare me?
I do this for a living.
It's a funny thing about pregnancy.
Hormones. Whoo.
I woke up today...
feeling pretty hormonal.
I'm gonna give you another chance.
Where is Gordon Dean?
Nuridium. It's some pretty nasty stuff, that's for sure.
- All right, give me the lot number. - 664RT4569.
NASA's been experimenting with Nuridium as a power source for deep-space probes.
The problem is, it's unstable.
It's most easily suited as a high-yield explosive.
I'm talking megatons here. Big-bang kinda crazy badass stuff.
- Wait a minute. RT4569? - Yeah.
- Are you sure? - Yes, Marshall.
Uh-oh.
You have no idea what you're getting involved in.
- Why don't you enlighten me? - You want to know the truth?
The truth is, you're better off not knowing.
We need to talk.
Six canisters of Nuridium disappeared from a Russian processing plant last month
from the same lot as the one we recovered.
Curtis and Roemer talked about the rest of the shipment.
We think Curtis already has the other canisters.
Our options here are limited, Syd.
But we think if we let him go,
there's a really good chance he'll lead us to the rest of the Nuridium.
- Let him go? - We'll make him believe he's escaped.
- No. We can't risk losing him. - The risks will be minimal.
- We just need more time to break him. - We don't have more time.
With that much Nuridium, we may be looking at Hiroshima times 50.
We're talking about releasing the man who killed Vaughn.
Water?
Thank you.
We know about the Nuridium.
I see.
Possession of Nuridium is considered an act of terrorism.
Based on which, we can lock you away indefinitely.
No formal charges, no trial.
But right now, that does neither of us any good.
Tell us where the rest of the Nuridium is, what you intend to do with it,
- and we'll cut you a deal. - Uh-huh.
I want immunity.
From everything.
The Nuridium, and killing Michael Vaughn.
You'd do it, wouldn't you?
You'd have to.
Well, I'll save you the trouble.
No deal. I'm not talking.
Sorry, baby.
Daddy just went snooping where he shouldn't have gone.
- Did he drink enough? - Yeah.
I'd say we've got about two hours before the tracking serum enters his bloodstream.
All right. I'll set up the scanner.
That stuff'll poison you, you know.
Liberal rag.
Coffee's not too good for you, either.
I think I've found your man.
Outsider, like you asked, but fully documented.
No family, no entanglements. Just off a four-year tour with Special Ops.
I know. I assume you can deal with that.
They say he also has a bit of a temper.
Seriously, something has to be done about your breath.
Oh, yeah? How about this?
Jackass.
Thomas Grace?
Who wants to know?
Let's take a walk.
Did you know that we have astronaut ice cream here?
The Neapolitan is a little nasty.
But apparently it lasts for centuries.
- Still nothing? - Nothing.
How quickly the isotope is absorbed depends on this guy's metabolism.
- It's been two and a half hours. - It's gonna hit, Syd. Trust me.
All right, you know what? I can't wait with this any longer.
I've been offered a promotion.
To coordinate covert ops for the NSC.
I've known for a week. I asked your father not to tell you. I wanted to tell you myself.
- But there hasn't been a really great time... - Wait a minute. In DC?
Yeah. Steps away from the president.
Well, that's great.
That's good news.
I'm gonna miss you.
But I... I am really, really happy for you.
- I can't do it. - Weiss...
No, I can't. Come on. Vaughn, Nadia... To leave now, it just doesn't seem right.
Listen to what you're saying. Steps away from the president.
- Oh, I know. - You can't say no to that.
- We got a signal on Curtis. - Where is he?
I can't tell. It's not pinpointing.
That's because he's not on the ground.
During the vernal equinox, you can balance an egg on its end.
- No, you can't. It's a myth. - No, it's not.
It has something to do with the earth's axis
and the alignment of the sun.
Yeah, OK. Just like water swirls the other way in toilets in Australia?
- It does. - Hello?
Guys, I'm gonna take this. I'll be right back.
- Mr. Curtis. What can I do for you? - Let Dean know we're on our way.
We've got the device on board. I need the analyst team to meet me at the airport.
Of course.
We're 200 miles out. Right on schedule.
At 1700 hours Ivan Curtis boarded a private jet.
Marshall pulled the cargo manifests. Curtis loaded several oversized containers on.
- He's transporting the weapon. - Their destination is Pyongyang.
- The flight has diplomatic immunity. - How's that possible?
We're exploring that.
We can't just let them fly to North Korea. There's gotta be something we can do.
Maybe there is.
We're just about there.
What's their current position? Do we have an ETA for rendezvous?
OK, the docking plane is two miles out. Final approach for hookup.
- Any indication they've been detected? - No, ATC's still blind.
And I was able to jam the airliner's traffic collision avoidance system.
- They don't know we're coming. - Good.
I want to know the second that plane is secured.
OK.
Docking tube's pressurized.
Yes?
- Rendezvous complete. They're on board. - Good. Thank you.
- Flinkman. - It's me.
I know. I gave you your own ring tone. So, did you find the bomb?
- I'm standing right in front of it. - Great. Well, what do you see?
It's about eight feet by three feet.
There's a hose alongside it. Looks like it's feeding Nuridium into the panel.
You need to access that panel. Can you open it?
Let me see. Just give me a sec.
Three tangos. On my go.
Three, two, one.
Go, go. There should be a detonator attached to the regulator.
- Do you see that? - OK. I don't see it.
It has to be there, because without a detonator there's no detonation.
Fine. I'm just telling you, it's not here.
Well, Syd, it has to be there, OK? Because there is no bomb without a detonator.
Marshall, I don't think it's a bomb.
I don't believe you have a boarding pass.
Go ahead, shoot me.
But if you do, there's a damn good chance my hand'll slip and I'll cut this connection.
Whoever this guy is, he's obviously important to you.
It'd be a shame if something happened to him.
Step away from the container.
I don't think so.
Dixon, cover me!
You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into.
I'll ask you once, and if you don't answer me, I will cut this.
Who is Dean working with? Who gave the order to kill Michael Vaughn?
Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me.
Humor me.
I'm going to the cockpit.
I got him. Take it.
Got it.
What are you waiting for?
Turn around on your knees. I'm taking you in.
Shit.
Then you might as well kill me. I won't survive the night in custody.
If you're willing to cooperate, we can protect you.
No. You have no idea.
- These people... - Who?
We were wrong. The Nuridium wasn't being utilized as an explosive.
We believe it was used to power a cryogenic chamber.
- You mean, freezing people? - Sort of.
It's usually done with liquid nitrogen, but this is like next-gen cryopreservation.
I mean, whoever this person is, or was, they probably died of a terminal illness
and this container preserves the corpse until a treatment is found.
The notion that anyone can be revived - complete fiction.
Believe me, I've tried.
- Have we ID'd the body? - Not yet.
The container is currently in DSR custody. They'll forward us the forensic analysis.
An evidence team scoured the plane for anything of value,
but I'm not expecting anything to come of it.
For now, we've done everything we can. We just have to wait for the reports.
Sydney?
We lost our only lead on Gordon Dean.
I'm not sure if I can do this, Dad.
- We'll get another lead. - It's not that.
It's everything. It's...
It's hard being without him.
I saw the baby's heartbeat for the first time the other day.
I was by myself.
It's not fair. He should have been there.
I'm here.
How can I help?
My next doctor's appointment is in a few weeks.
Would you go with me?
Sweetheart, of course I will.
Sydney.
You're gonna be OK.
Yeah.
¤ That the sky would lift
¤ That I'd find my place
¤ That I'd see your face in the dark
¤ And the sun would glint
¤ On a time well spent
¤ On a time that is no more
¤ It is a broken heart
Hey, how you doing? Eric Weiss.
- Tom Grace. - Hi, Tom.
Uh... Listen, this desk isn't exactly an ideal location for you.
It's right under the air-conditioning vent, and there's actually a wobble in the desk.
You know?
Yeah, I get it.
The guy I'm replacing, he sat here.
You can have mine. That's...
I'm not gonna need it anymore. Actually, I suppose you're replacing me as well.
- These are really good people here. - Yeah.
Hey.
I... I'll see you soon enough.
God knows I have enough frequent-flyer miles.
You're lying. But I appreciate that.
I was just thinking about how humid it is in DC.
I mean, and I'm a sweater. You know that.
I just got off the phone with the DSR.
There was a breach at their facility. The body was taken.
What? How?
Two agents injured. That's all I know.
- We'd better notify Jack. - Yeah.
Yeah. Go, go.
- Hello? - Hey.
I got your message. Have you identified the body?
That's why I'm calling. The body was stolen.
It was being held by a research division. Their facility was hit.
Once I get the incident report, I'll fo^rward you the details.
I'll dig around... and see what I can find out.
Bad robot!