Previously on "Alias":
Marshall counted 12 sources that make up Prophet Five.
They killed Vaughn.
I'm not sure if I can do this, Dad. It's hard being without him.
You got an active one there. Just like Mommy.
Then you're suggesting that we abduct Sydney Bristow.
Prophet Five has Sydney.
There!
This is field agent ID Black Seven Niner Three Sierra. Confirmation Foxtrot...
Repeat, confirmation Foxtrot One. Status MIA.
I'm being held aboard a cargo freighter. Registry unknown.
Do it.
Organize a deck-by-deck search and find her.
Dammit.
- What did you find out? - Prophet Five is holding Sydney.
They've had designs on her from the beginning.
They knew where and when she'd be most vulnerable.
- They must have been tracking her. - Any demands?
None. Whatever their intentions, for now, I believe they need her alive.
Listen, Sydney's come through some bad situations. Whatever you need, I'm here.
For now, contact everyone you know, official or otherwise. I'll do the same.
OK. I'll let you know if anything comes up.
Mr. Bristow. I just recovered a field transmission. It's from Sydney.
Where is she?
This is field agent ID Black Seven Niner Three Sierra. Confirmation Foxtrot...
Repeat, confirmation Foxtrot One. Status MIA. I'm being held...
- What happened? - I don't know.
The file's corrupted. I can't seem to pull 'em up.
It's OK, I just need a second to triangulate the signal origin.
Then I'll have the exact location Sydney sent it from. Just...
Whoa. Wait a minute. You know what? They're being deleted.
This doesn't make sense. It's like someone wiped out the archive.
What archive?! Whose system are you logged into?
This must be wrong.
It's our own. Gather everyone in the briefing room.
No, we haven't located her yet.
No, that won't be necessary.
- Shall we prepare to welcome company? - The transmission's been taken care of.
- We've cleared the lower deck. Nothing. - Then why are you still standing here?
Moments ago, we received a field communication from Sydney.
From the little we were able to decipher, it appears she's being held by Prophet Five.
However, before we were able to resolve the transmission, someone deleted it.
Someone at Langley.
Based on current intelligence, we have reason to believe
that Prophet Five's network has infiltrated agencies of several foreign governments.
It now appears they may have infiltrated our own.
Someone within the CIA did not want us to receive that message.
It's protocol for all incoming signals, priority three and above
to be automatically backed up on Echelon's comm archive.
Unfortunately, the only way to gain access to this archive is on the premises itself.
Not an easy task given the security measures.
Wait. Are you suggesting that we break into CIA headquarters?
Yes.
Shouldn't we consider other possibilities? Maybe it was purged accidentally.
We could ask Langley for a copy of the archives...
I appreciate your concerns, but we have no way of knowing how deep this rages.
We can't risk tipping them off to our agenda.
Effective as of this moment, all information relating to this task force and its activities
is to be strictly compartmentalized, even from the CIA itself.
I understand what I'm asking of all of you.
An action of this kind could be considered treason.
Given that, if anyone feels they need a leave of absence, you're free to do so.
No questions asked. But now is the time to speak up.
All right, then. We're wheels up in an hour.
I want a visual inspection of every container on that deck.
Post four, do you copy?
Post four, reporting in.
- You tracked me with the radio. - Not really. You're just predictable.
A woman in your condition - shouldn't you be resting?
Thanks. I don't plan on staying long.
Turn around and give me your radio.
Whatever.
But you should know that no one's coming for you. We intercepted your message.
Nice try. My message didn't go through a relay. It went directly to my people.
That's not true, exactly. Technically, it went to Langley.
That's where it was intercepted.
You're bluffing.
If you really had an undercover asset within the CIA,
why would you risk admitting it to me?
Because you're not getting off this ship.
Jack, Dixon just called. They're in position.
We're ready out here.
I'd like to welcome everyone to the CIA's new headquarters building
here in Langley, Virginia.
Comprising 1.1 million square feet of space, and resting on 258 acres,
this building was an expansion of the original structure completed in 1991.
Aside from the obvious human presence, there are over 5,000 surveillance cameras
that watch over every inch of the complex,
and chemical and biological weapons detection sensors that monitor air quality,
as well as various other state-of-the-art technologies that,
well, if we told you, we'd have to kill you.
Now, if you'll follow me, you'll notice the commemorative plaque off to your right.
It honors the unsung heroes of World War II, the intelligence gatherers of the CIA.
- Sidewinder, we're almost ready here. - Roger that. On my way to Payroll.
Hi, I have an appointment with Human Resources. Emily Higgins.
- All right. Just need an ID. - Oh, yeah, sure.
Sorry. Job interview. I'm a little nervous.
I'm sure you'll do just fine. Please place your purse on the table.
Excuse me, do you know where Payroll is?
We don't allow camera phones on the premises.
You can pick it up at the security office on your way out.
OK, thanks.
Third floor, elevator's to your right.
Thanks.
I'm sorry. I think there's a problem with my checks.
- Yeah, just a sec. - Ma'am, I'm actually kind of...
- Name? - Thomas Grace.
It says you're no longer an employee.
That's why I'm here. I've had several back checks owed to me. I never receive them.
Our records show that all your checks went out and were cashed.
That's impossible.
It's usually the spouse that cashes them. I suggest you check with your wife.
Look, I'm sure if you check your file again, you'll see that you're mistaken.
Oh. Mr. Grace, I'm sorry, I didn't realize.
Maybe there's something I can do here.
We're logging into the server now.
Look, I don't have six months to wait for the claim to be processed.
- I understand, but... - I've got a mortgage to pay.
So could you please just help me out?
Connections established. Sidewinder, stand by for the access code.
All right, I'll check with my supervisor. Maybe he can help clear this up.
Thanks.
Access code is Alpha, seven, Delta, Lima, 22.
Copy that. I've got access.
Outrigger, I'm approaching your 20.
Copy. I'm going to need item number two.
Here's another of our display items.
Looks like ordinary pocket change,
but spies used devices like these during the Cold War to smuggle tiny microfilm.
- You can only imagine what's in use today. - Hmm.
Oracle, you're clear to the server room. Call us when you get there.
She's in. I'm done here.
Copy. Log out and move to the rendezvous point.
Affirmative. I'm on my way.
I'm at the server room. Guards are in position.
Copy that. Stand by for the signal. Merlin, you're up.
Titled Kryptos, this sculpture was designed in part
as a monument to the code-breakers who helped crack the German Enigma cipher.
In fact, as you can see, the sculpture is itself a code, apparently a very good one.
To this day, no one has been able to decipher the message.
- Now, if we move on... - I got it.
Sorry, it just came to me.
I play a lot of Sudoku.
Um... Excuse me, I'll just... if you could...
The letters overlaid under the coding sections, they act as a key to the cipher.
Based on that, you just need to transpose the letters.
Right? That's all you need to do. See?
Maybe they found out I decoded the message. We should run!
- Take it down a notch, Hamlet. - Everyone, move quickly to the exits.
Anthrax alert. All report to deck.
I'm in. I need the server number for Syd's transmission.
We're looking for 8577.
8577. Copy that.
I found it.
- Pulling the archive now. - Transmission is time-stamped, 9:55am.
The archives have been purged. It isn't here.
Pull the hard drive. We may be able to recover data.
OK, hold on a sec.
The hard drive is patched into the security grid.
- If I remove it, it'll trigger the alarm. - Pull it.
Langley will initiate a lockdown. We'll never get them out.
Pull the hard drive now! I'll get you out.
Make the call, Jack.
Excuse me. I'm going to have to ask you to hold it. We're locking down the facility.
Four in the north corridor.
Sorry, everyone, it appears we're having a minor security incident.
No one will be able to leave the building just yet.
A lockdown? 30 seconds ago, I got a call about an evacuation, an Anthrax attack.
There's a difference. Evacuation means everyone has to leave, lockdown means...
No, he's in with the delegation. Besides, what do I tell him?
I got a great idea. Get your facts straight and then call me back.
Great.
Call State, cancel my four o'clock. I cannot believe I have to cancel Pilates.
- Yeah. - Eric, it's Jack Bristow.
- Jack. - Sydney's in trouble. I need your help.
What? Uh, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Whatever you need.
Outrigger, you copy? What's going on out there?
The building's locked down. Are you at the rendezvous point?
I'm stuck in the witness protection archives.
The door must have sealed because of the lockdown.
Hold your position. I'll see what I can do.
OK.
What is it?
Think he's here to arrest us? He looks like he's coming to arrest us. Hey.
Ambassador Rudland. How are you, sir?
- And you must be Mr. Gornish? - Yes.
Oh, it is a pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm Eric Weiss. I'll be your liaison.
I apologize for the security problems that we're having today.
Please, it's not a problem. I understand. These things happen.
And I understand you have a meeting in 30 minutes.
I'm here to make sure you make that meeting. I'll escort our visitors from here.
- Jack filled me in. What's going on? - Tom's trapped in WITSEC records.
Rachel's still in the Echelon server facility.
WITSEC records is in the northeast corridor.
This should get you through. Marshall and I can handle Rachel.
- It's good to see you. - You too.
- Tom. - Thanks.
- What were you doing in here? - I got detoured. I needed a place to hide.
Come on. We need to move.
OK, got it. Uh, that's not good.
Where is she?
- There. What's her call sign? - Oracle.
- Oracle, listen very carefully. - Who is this?
Right now I'm your superior officer. Do exactly as I tell you.
There's a guard about to go down the row you're in. I need you to turn left...
Make a left right now! Make a left!
Good, good, good. OK, go straight.
Keep going straight.
- Weiss, look. - OK, stop right there. Stop!
- How much longer with that door? - Ten seconds.
When I say go, run as fast as you can towards the doors at the far end.
Don't stop. We will have those doors open by the time you get there.
- OK, got it. - OK, go!
She's going to the south entrance!
Uh, sorry, I forgot to hit enter. OK, now go.
Stop!
Wow.
- How did it go? - Not well.
- Hey. - Don't worry, he's with us.
- Oh, yeah. Eric Weiss. - Rachel Gibson. Thank you for the help.
- My pleasure. - Any luck with Syd's message?
They wiped the backups.
We can run data recovery on this, but if they went to the trouble of deleting it,
I don't think they'd be careless enough to leave any traces behind.
Better move. Take this tunnel to the end and you're at the southeast of the complex.
I gotta go and wipe out the surveillance footage.
- Oh, if you hear anything about Sydney... - We will.
OK. And one more thing - next time, just call.
- Care to tell me where we're going? - Your ship has lifeboats, we're taking one.
Good idea. You'll be spotted the minute you step on the deck.
Not if you order your men to search the lower decks.
Do it.
Get in there. Go.
Make a sound and you're dead.
Something's wrong, isn't it?
Move.
Whatever you say, but you don't look so good.
Stop.
Come on.
What is this?
Why is this here?
You have until three to start giving me some answers. One, two...
No, no, no. You must not move.
- What are you doing to me? - Just be still.
- The doctor is on the way. - What doctor? Just tell me what's wrong.
- Is something wrong with my baby? - I need to tell them you are awake. Be still.
- Wait, please don't go. - I'll come back soon.
Wait.
You can crack into this hard drive and find Sydney's transmission?
Cracking the encryption won't be a problem.
I wrote a program that can handle anything under 512-bit encoding.
I can't seem to recover Sydney's transmission.
Whoever wiped it used a secure program.
It rewrites random junk over it hundreds of times.
But the original data's still there, so it should be retrievable.
If I had an electron microscope and two weeks, maybe.
I think we found something in the hard copies of the server box. Check 22.
- An authorization tag. - I thought so.
This tag has an AB prefix.
That means whoever authorized the transmission's deletion
had Alpha Black clearance.
What's Alpha Black clearance?
Alpha Black is the highest clearance level within the CIA.
Prophet Five has ties to the CIA's operation logs that would give them access
to all classified operations, undercover agent rosters, our entire infrastructure.
The good news is that whoever deleted Syd's message had Alpha Black clearance.
That narrows our list of suspects down to a handful of guys.
Only seven people in the entire agency have it, all of them Division directors.
The only other thing that these guys have in common -
they were all assigned a modified version of the standard STU. A secure cellphone.
- What are you thinking? - Each phone broadcasts a unique ID.
Now, it took some digging, but I was able to match
the Alpha Black authorization code from the server logs to the cellphone ID.
So does that mean we know who it belongs to?
Not exactly. For security purposes, Langley doesn't put names to numbers,
but if you can get within 50 feet of that cellphone,
I might be able to scan it and see if it matches. We'd have our guy.
We could divide into teams, put all of them under surveillance.
That could take days. Whatever Prophet Five has planned for Sydney,
we can assume we don't have much time.
I have an idea.
- Gentlemen. - Jack.
It's been a long time. How's life underground treating you?
Good. Always full of surprises.
I can imagine. I can't say I miss it.
- Scanner's hot. - Jack, we've got connection here.
Care to tell us why you called an operations meeting at eight on a Friday?
I didn't call you all here for an operations meeting.
Given that all of you have the Alpha Black clearance, most of you may be aware
that APO has been investigating an organization known as Prophet Five.
What may, however, come as news to you,
is we have reason to believe that someone within our own agency
is in collusion with this organization.
Someone with Alpha Black clearance.
- What have we got so far? - Four down, three to go.
Still nothing.
The reason I've gathered you all here, if it isn't obvious by now:
Only seven people in the entire agency have this level of clearance.
And all of them are sitting in this room.
- Oh, come on. - Jack, this is absurd.
Are you suggesting that one of us is working for a terrorist organization?
That's exactly what I'm suggesting.
- I got a match. - Jack, we've got a signal match.
One of you is working for Prophet Five and we have your number.
This meeting's over.
Go.
Jack, what in the hell are you doing?!
Tell me where Sydney is.
Do yourself a favor. Stand back.
I'm going to give you one chance. Where are they holding my daughter?
What the hell? I don't know what you're talking about.
Wrong answer.
Stop! For God's sakes, Jack!
I've sealed the doors.
Where is she?
You're crazy.
Answer me!
The Athena. Cargo ship.
Where is the ship?
The North Atlantic.
- Did you get that? - We got it, Jack. We're on it.
- What is that? - Something to make you relax.
No.
Can you find the cargo ship where Sydney is being held?
There are miles and miles of ocean here. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack.
- What if you patched into the radar sat? - Overlay it in the optical feed. Genius.
OK, looks like multiple radar returns.
No, that's commercial shipping. They're heavily patrolled.
- They won't risk a random inspection. - Right.
There. That one. It's in international waters.
A ship that size wouldn't typically be that far out.
Got it.
- Hello. - We have a hit.
Marshall is uploading the coordinates to your GPS. You're clear to go.
Understood. All right, let's move out!
What else, besides abdominal pains?
Dizziness. Her complexion was pale.
- Any trouble breathing? - Yes.
- Hello, Sydney. - You.
I understand you've had some trouble. Don't worry, we're going to take care of it.
It's good you called me. Let's take this off her.
You bitch.
- What did you do to me? - My job is your doctor, nothing more.
I understand this must be hard to accept,
but it would be much better if you could just relax now.
Sydney, I'm going to need you to hold very still.
I have to draw a sample of amniotic fluid.
You go to hell.
Please, I need you to listen. This is a delicate procedure.
Any sudden movements could risk the health of your baby.
- Please don't. - This might pinch a little.
Prep the room. We need to start right away.
Zero-one, what's your status?
We're en route and closing. ETA, 2300.
You're sure she gave us the wrong information? What if you...
No, I'm not doubting you. I just don't see how that's possible.
What do you mean? How far out?
I'm not sure that gives us enough time for what...
Of course.
Yes.
I'll let you know as soon as it's done.
Our timetable's changed. You'll need to work quickly.
- We're just about to start. - How long?
About an hour.
You've got about 40 minutes. Let me know the second you're finished.
- Please. - Just relax. I'm going to take care of you.
- I don't like it. Where are they? - Probably taken position below deck.
We'll split into teams. You start clearing from the aft forward, we'll come around.
- Outflank them. - Let's go!
Where is everybody?
It's all clear.
Bravo, we're all clear here.
They knew we were coming. The ship's abandoned.
Not entirely.
- What do you mean? - Come down to the infirmary.
- Syd, are you all right? - I can't move.
Get the helicopter ready. We'll need to medevac her out.
Dixon, is the baby OK?
It's going to be OK, Syd.
I'm sure you're quite pleased with Sydney's return.
You, however, made a grave error, Mr. Sloane.
You should have contacted us the second your agency identified our ship.
If you recall, I tried contacting you earlier regarding this matter. I was told...
Don't play games with me. I am aware of your fondness for power,
so I imagine this arrangement is less than desirable for you.
If you value your own daughter's life,
from this point on, you are not to take a single action without clearing it with us.
As far as you're concerned, we own you. Is that clear enough?
Yeah. Yes, that is perfectly clear.
You may consider this a victory right now,
but you should understand every action has consequences.
We'll be in touch soon.
- Hey, do you have a minute? - Yeah, sure.
You know that decryption program I wrote?
Somebody accessed it when I was out of my office.
We should tell Jack. With everything that's...
I was able to recover the decrypted data.
When you were in Langley, Tom accessed the WITSEC archives.
- Amanda Grace. - Yeah. Did you know he was married?
No.
- This is the guy that did it. - Yeah.
I think that's who Tom was looking for.
Hallo, Karl.
Sweetheart.
- I'm sorry it took me so long. - They just keep running tests.
- But nobody is... They won't tell me. - I know. They wanted to be sure.
And?
It's OK. Whatever it is, I can handle it.
It seems there was a crisis with your pregnancy while you were on that ship.
Sydney, the baby's fine.
It's fine.
What they did to you on the boat - you were suffering from placental abruption.
They corrected the problem. They weren't harming the baby.
They were saving its life.
Why? Why would they do that?
We're not sure. We don't know what it means,
but I promise you we'll get to the bottom of it.
Sydney.
While I was on the ship, they tried to extract information, but I lied to them.
Shh. Not here.
Mr. Bristow.
I'm sorry, sir. That's time.
It's nothing. Just a small matter I need to tend to.
Bad robot!