Previously on "Alias":
There's a stream to Russian SVR, a European pharmaceutical conglomerate,
the CDC... They are government.
Marshall counted 12 sources that make up Prophet Five. 12, Dad.
- My daughter... when will she be cured? - Soon.
Perhaps you could be a bit more specific.
I wish I could, but there are a few more things we need you to do first.
Sydney...
You have a baby girl.
I'd apologize for the method of transport, but you understand our need for discretion.
Yes. And I'm not in a position to simply disappear for an extended period of time
without raising concern.
- Some warning would've been preferred. - Yes.
But, then... that would spoil all the fun.
We have some business requiring your immediate attention.
But I can assure you, we'll have you back in LA
before your coworkers even realize that you've gone.
It's not your timetable that troubles me, Joseph,
but your manners.
Here you are.
- You're not joining us? - The 12 are waiting for you inside.
You're not allowed in that room, are you?
Ah, Mr. Sloane.
It's an honor to meet you. We've been admirers of yours for quite some time.
Gentlemen.
We'd like to thank you for all the work you've done thus far on our behalf.
I'm not certain I had much choice.
Not to get into a freewill debate right now, Mr. Sloane,
but... you've always had a choice.
This is our most recent medical report on your daughter, Nadia.
As you are aware, we have the capabilities to restore her health.
And we're prepared to do so on a permanent basis
provided, of course, you complete one final assignment for us.
No.
I've heard such promises for some time now.
What guarantees do I have that this is the last you'll require of me?
Look around you, Arvin.
Would we show you our faces if it were our intention to keep you subservient?
You've earned the right to stand in front of us.
We have a job for you.
You'll keep your eye on the end game, as you always have,
'cause the moment this assignment is over, we'll give you back your daughter.
What exactly do you want me to do?
This prisoner is one of the most dangerous inmates in this facility.
We don't leave anyone alone with her.
I'm simply concerned for your safety.
Well, that's sweet, but... something tells me we're gonna get along just fine.
Ms. Espinosa? My name is Kelly Peyton.
I work for an independent organization interested in retaining your services.
Get out of my cell.
If I'm interrupting your busy schedule of invasive interrogation, I do apologize.
This facility you're in doesn't exist on government record.
You're being held here without charge, which means you don't exist anymore.
I can't imagine that thought's appealing to you.
My employer will secure your immediate release,
in exchange for you undertaking a long-term, deep-cover operation for us.
I told you to get out of my cell.
Which means, if you don't take your skinny little ass back down that hall right now...
you won't exist anymore either.
I don't think you understand.
I'm offering you the chance to get back at the person who put you here.
I'm offering you the chance to destroy Sydney Bristow.
Here you go.
Oh!
Shh, shh, shh.
- Dad! What are you doing? - I knocked these over putting them away.
You do not leave edged weapons within the reach of children.
- She's four weeks. - Particularly Bristows.
She can't even hold her head up. I think we're safe.
- Have you contacted your field sources? - Not a whisper since Irina disappeared.
- We should task Echelon with her aliases. - We have.
Rest assured we've engaged our full resources in looking for your mother.
- Any news on Prophet Five? - No significant activity in a few weeks.
I don't like it. Mom dealt them a significant blow when she stole the Horizon.
If we aren't picking up activity, it's only because they're regrouping,
- coming up with an alternate plan. - Sydney...
Try to enjoy your time away.
Right now you only need to concern yourself with being a mother.
As soon as the affairs of the world require your attention, I'll let you know.
I need assurances that Sydney Bristow will not be harmed.
It's not our intention to kill Ms. Bristow, if that's what you're asking.
I believe you're overestimating my ability to influence her.
Even when she thought I was an honorable man, she rarely did as I directed.
We're simply asking you to... guide her actions a bit.
She's on leave. Content to stay at home and care for her newborn daughter.
I can't task her to re-enter the field and expect her to follow orders.
- She would need... - Incentive.
You'll find it won't be as difficult to get Ms. Bristow into the field as you imagine.
- Hello. - Will Tippin?
- I think you have the wrong house. - Agent Reeves, Witness Security, CIA.
There's been an incident. I'm afraid that your cover may have been compromised.
Something's happened to Sydney Bristow.
Come in.
- Is there anyone else in the house? - I was expecting someone.
- But you're alone now? - Yeah.
All right. I've got him.
- His security system caught the abduction. - When?
Last night. Will missed his standard check-in.
Have we ID'd the assailants?
The detention facility reported Anna was in custody yesterday morning.
They were as surprised as we were.
- And we're just gonna accept that? - No, of course not.
Anna's escape plus knowledge of Will's location suggests internal assistance.
- Langley's investigating. - I don't trust anyone else on this.
We've already been granted the authority to go after Tippin ourselves.
We told you 'cause Will is your friend and we both know you'd want to be informed.
We're not asking you to end your leave.
It's under control. There is no need for you to go back to work.
Anna's involvement is actually a positive for us.
She's too well known to disappear. We anticipate she'll reveal herself before long.
Sydney...
- We will find her. - Yes, we will.
I appreciate your effort to protect me on this.
But, as of this moment... I'm back.
Would you mind holding his head steady, please?
He should be awake shortly.
I'll have Anna make the call.
I have the subject you requested.
I'll give you the location once I receive payment.
Centurion. Midnight. Come alone.
Echelon intercepted the call an hour ago.
- Voice print matches. It's Anna. - Who's the other man?
We believe a Russian mafia lieutenant named Yerik Semanko.
Centurion is one of their known fronts.
Sydney, you're to infiltrate the club and surveil the meet.
We'll have a team on standby to extricate Will as soon as you ascertain his location.
Anna will have them on alert. It's doubtful we'll be able to walk in the door.
We will have an insertion scenario prepared for you.
You'll get the necessary op tech on the plane.
Got it.
I gotta go. The babysitters are here.
Ms. Bristow. I'm Agent Rance. This is Agent Dalton.
- Your father sent us. - He speaks very highly of you.
- May we come in? - Sure.
We've been briefed. You're wheels-up in 82 minutes.
That doesn't give us much time.
This has all been rather... unexpected.
- Isabelle is approaching five weeks? - Yes.
I imagine you have a healthy amount of separation anxiety towards leaving her.
I do, yeah.
In additional to our field training, Dalton and I are trained in infant development,
including emergency care.
With your permission, we'll babyproof the house from top to bottom.
Socket protectors, safety latches, gates for the stairs,
spread-spectrum RF detectors, perimeter sensors, explosive sniffers.
All the usual stuff.
Oh...
Or perhaps now would be a good time to introduce me to Isabelle.
Sometimes she just likes to cry.
Shh, shh.
Oh. Shh, shh.
It can take her a while to calm down. You just have to be patient.
May I?
I understand your current assignment is short term?
Yeah. Hopefully she won't even know I've been gone.
Oh, no, the mother/child bond is impossible to replicate,
even by Agent Dalton and myself.
She'll definitely know you're gone. But we'll keep Isabelle safe until you return.
- Thank you, Agent Rance. - No need to thank me, ma'am.
I'll give you some time to say goodbye.
It won't always be like this, I promise.
I'm just... trying to make the world safer
so you can grow up and have a regular life.
Someone I love is in trouble.
I have to go and help him out. It's my job.
Mama's got to go to work.
¤ Riders on the storm
- This is Phoenix. I'm in position. - Copy that.
Anna's supposed to meet Semanko in 53 minutes.
Perfect. That should give us plenty of time to ID him, wire him for sound.
- Sidewinder, what's your status? - Security's pretty tight. A-list only.
I'm on it.
- Marshall, I'm on the roof. - All right.
Let me know when you're ready.
¤ Girl, you gotta love your man
- Relay's in place. - Accessing network to get the others in.
Uploading...
OK, gang. You're on the list.
¤ The world on you depends
¤ Our life will never end
¤ You gotta love your man
¤ Yeah
Prima.
Got a guard up top, Outrigger. I need a distraction.
Copy that. I'll see what I can do.
Hey.
All clear, Outrigger. Thank you.
- I'm in. - Copy.
All right.
Let's find our boy.
OK, Millimeter Wave is online. Here we go.
- Marshall, I'm in position. - Got it.
Sydney online. Here we go.
All right, guys. Semanko's making a big payment.
We're looking for someone who's carrying a lot of cash.
Let's take a look. Looks like he's got a couple hundred dollars' of rubles on him.
Definitely not Semanko. Moving on.
Sidewinder, we got dollars, we got euros, we've even got Turkish lira in there.
But doesn't look like anybody's buying more than a couple of drinks tonight.
Hold on, Oracle. That guy who just passed has a loaded Makarov under his jacket.
Scratch that. We've got three guys with Makarovs. Three guys.
And the guy in the center looks like he's got about 100,000 around his waist.
- We've found Comrade Semanko. - Sidewinder, do you have a 20?
Northeast corner. Near the VIP section.
Got it. I'm on my way. Oracle, keep him busy.
Oh! Please, watch where you're going.
I'm sorry. You have my apologies.
Well, a true gentleman would offer to make it up to me.
What do you have in mind?
Saskia! Waar ben je mee bezig, vieze slet?
Hou je fikken thuis, Hendrik, je bent m'n baas niet.
My apologies. My wife, she is a bit of a whore.
- Tracker's hot. - Copy that.
Merlin, he just headed into the VIP room.
Check support. I want them ready as soon as we know Will's location.
- Copy that. They're on standby. - Ms. Espinosa. A pleasure.
- Where's my payment? - It's all here.
Count it if you wish. Where's Tippin?
Thought I'd make your life easier. You'll find him in room 147.
Sidewinder, Oracle, Will's in the building.
Copy that. We're right behind you.
Are you OK?
Syd!
Hope I'm not interrupting anything.
- How good's your operative? - You'll find out soon enough.
- She hit her. - Begin data capture.
- You OK? - Where'd you learn to do that?
Oh, I've just been taking some Krav Maga classes, you know.
Maybe we'll do this again some time.
Do I need to send backup?
No, let them go. We have exactly what we need.
So, did they interrogate you?
No. When I came to there were a bunch of people in the room.
But they didn't say a word to me, they just left me alone.
Then the next thing I know you're kicking in the door.
- She caught you good. - Oh, no, that's cosmetic. I'll heal.
Hey, do you think it's safe to make a call? I should let my fiancée know I'm OK.
- Did you just say "fiancée"? - Did I?
- Oh, I guess I did. - Will!
Do you remember that painter that I was gonna ask out?
- Yeah. - Well, I asked her out.
- And you're getting married? - Yeah. Well, no, not exactly.
I was actually planning on asking her last night
before, uh... Anna interrupted. But I'm pretty sure she's gonna say yes.
Oh, I can't believe this. How can you be marrying a girl I haven't even met yet?
I think the government-mandated isolation might have something to do with it.
Sydney, we haven't spoken in two years.
What about you? What's been going on?
For starters, I have a daughter.
- What? - Yeah.
A baby girl. Her name is Isabelle.
Sydney, are you kidding? That's incredible.
Who's the father?
Vaughn.
Vaughn. Of course.
You guys finally ended up together.
I hate lying to him. He's my best friend and I can't even tell him the truth.
You should've seen his face when I said Vaughn was dead.
Sydney, the only way to ensure Vaughn's safety is to keep his existence a secret.
- You did the right thing. - It doesn't make it any easier.
Will's abduction only underscores our need for absolute vigilance.
We're dealing with a very powerful opponent.
Prophet Five had something to do with it?
There's no logical reason anyone would abduct Will Tippin.
Unless they were trying to get to you.
Relax. The operation is moving forward as planned.
And may I say you've performed admirably.
- The agreement was for Nadia's cure. - Yes. Once the operation is complete.
To prepare for all circumstances, I need to know the full parameter of your plans.
All you need to do, Arvin,
is task your team accordingly when I give you the signal.
- And what exactly is the signal? - Believe me, you'll know.
Ooh!
This is Isabelle.
Oh, Syd.
- Oh, Sydney, she's beautiful. - Thank you.
Would you like us to stay on duty for the night?
- That won't be necessary. You can go. - Thank you.
- The surveillance equipment's up. - Thank you.
- You want to hold her? - Really? OK.
Oi.
Hey.
Oh.
Hey. I'm Will.
- What am I, like an uncle? - Uncle.
Yeah. I'm Uncle Will.
Will, we were talking about what happened.
We have to assume you were grabbed because someone was trying to hurt me.
Yeah. I didn't think they wanted me for all the Lakers statistics I have in my head.
Right? No.
It's just...
I'm sorry. None of this would've happened if I wasn't in your life.
Syd, stop it. Are you kidding me right now?
My life is so much better because you're in it.
Oh. Ooh.
- Sir, hand over the baby. - What?
- Agent Rance? - Take the baby from him right now.
- OK. OK. - Shh, shh, shh, shh.
What's going on? Hey, hey! Take it easy. What's going on? Hey!
- What's going on? - I don't know.
Well, it's a subdermal device placed just below the skull at the brain stem.
I've never seen one this small before.
It looks like they patched a radio receiver to a powerful microcharge.
- So, w-what does that mean? - It means that...
th-th-they... put a bomb in your head.
- What? - I know, I know. But there's good news.
It looks like the charge is small enough that the blast will be localized.
- Wait. So it might not kill me? - No, it'll definitely kill you.
- There just won't be collateral damage. - Marshall! How do we get it out of him?
Well, we could perform a surgical procedure,
but I'm worried there's a gyroscopic fail-safe.
I mean, there is a very real chance that if we try to remove it,
uh... Will's head could explode.
Get Medical. I want an extraction scenario.
Didn't you hear what he said about the exploding?
- Will, calm down. - There's a bomb in my head.
Don't worry. We're gonna get it out of you.
What is that?
Oh, wait, wait, wait.
It's my phone. It's just my phone.
Am I supposed to answer this?
- Hello? - Hello, Sydney.
Now that I have your attention, I have some demands.
Pay attention, Syd.
You're going to need to do exactly as you are told.
You have access to the government's Rambaldi archives at the DSR.
I'd like you to bring me a particular page from this manuscript.
- Which one? - Page 47.
I'm sure you're familiar with it.
There's a train leaving for Madrid from the Coimbra rail station at 2100 tomorrow.
Be on it. Come alone.
Once I have the manuscript page in my possession,
I will give you the deactivation codes for the bomb.
Anna... I swear to you...
Any deviation, Sydney, and I'm afraid I'll have to blow up your friend.
Bye, now.
- We have to take her threat seriously. - How quickly can you get page 47?
- I can have it within the hour. - Do it.
Of all the Rambaldi artifacts, why would she want page 47?
Uh, guys? Who's Rambaldi?
Milo Rambaldi was a 15th-century visionary
with an uncanny ability to predict the future.
His designs have prophesied everything from binary code to nuclear weaponry to...
- Is... that... Sydney? - Not exactly.
There are people that believe that's me.
"Mulier hic picturata. "
"The woman pictured here, the Chosen One,
"will render the greatest power unto utter desolation. "
You're the Chosen One?
You people really believe this stuff.
We've... seen things that give Rambaldi's words weight.
Guys! Can we debate this after the bomb is out of my head?
What's the harm in giving Anna the page? This prophesizes things I might do.
If I don't do them, they're just words.
You have a point. Without you that page is worthless.
We're not seriously giving in to Anna's demands?
- Yes, we are. - No, we're not.
This page will get me close, but there's no guarantee Anna will deactivate you.
Can you hack the detonation frequency?
Well... she mentioned deactivation codes. The bomb and the device are networked.
Maybe I could build a device to tap into the communication protocol,
reverse-engineer the codes.
But we would need to get the bomb within range of the detonator for it to initialize.
- Get started. - Wait...
The only thing I understood was get the bomb in range of the detonator.
Ever been to Portugal?
I'm sorry. It's simply not possible.
There has been a terrible mistake.
Look at me. I would not know how to purchase a coach ticket if I tried.
We demand a first-class cabin at the front of the car
that is away from the... commoners.
Please, there is nothing I can do.
I simply will not allow my wife, my delicate porcelain Lily
to be ogled by the Portuguese warmongers.
- He speaks Portuguese to us! - I believe so.
It is a dead language. It hurts my ears.
Perhaps our fluent steward speaks... euro.
Ah.
Careful, it's fragile.
I hope you find this cabin to your liking.
Perfectly adequate. Thank you.
Will... "delicate porcelain Lily"?
Leave me alone. I was on a roll.
Uh, Syd?
You know, my girl, she's waiting for me back home, and, uh... so...
depending on how this all goes down...
- if I was to... - Will, look at me.
You're gonna make it through this. I won't let anything happen to you.
I know that. Wait, what did you think I was asking?
I... was just being supportive, in case you thought... you might...
- Die? - It's not important. What were you asking?
I was asking you to be my best man.
- Really? - Yeah.
Before I realized you have so little faith. You thought I was gonna die?
- No! I... You want me to be your best man? - I did. Now I'm not so sure.
How would that work? Would I have to wear a tux?
You don't have to worry about it, 'cause you're not invited.
OK. We're in.
There she is. Now I just have to keep Anna busy long enough to scan the codes.
Incidentally, I'd be honored.
Let's do this.
- You're early. - I've never been good at following rules.
I understand you being so cavalier about your own life,
but I'm surprised that you care so little about your friend.
All right, Syd.
- It's working. - Tell me, Sydney...
What's to keep me from killing Tippin right now?
You've always been a professional, Anna.
And I have something you want.
Not here. Let's find someplace more private.
OK, so far so good.
OK, you're at 38%. Stay close.
Ah!
Oh, not a very flattering likeness.
What I want to know is, why do you want it? We disproved these writings years ago.
Doesn't really concern me, as long as the check clears.
Although, I must say, I have had a lot of fun on this one.
- Where is the detonator? - I don't have it on me. Wait here.
She's lying. We couldn't run the scan if she didn't have the detonator on her.
- I'm not letting you out of my sight. - Sydney?
You know I don't play by the rules very well either.
Wait here. I'm not asking.
No, we're only at 65%. You can't let her leave.
Oh! Oh!
My head's beeping!
Sydney!
You still having fun, Anna?
You'll never beat me.
And you still don't understand the game.
We're collecting her DNA now. We have begun the process.
I should have genetic samples shortly.
I understand. There'll be no further delays.
Syd!
It's OK! I got you!
Anna! We have to get her.
I'm right here, Syd.
- Looks like you have about 30 seconds. - No!
Will!
Syd! Syd!
Oh, thank God. I'm ready to go home.
I'm ready to go.
Sydney Bristow was not to be harmed.
How exactly was Bristow harmed?
You locked her in a train car, and you sprayed her with a chemical agent.
I assume her doctors have given her a thorough examination.
Let me guess. They couldn't find anything wrong.
- I need to know what you did to her. - No, you don't.
All you need to know is that you've fulfilled your contract with our organization.
Congratulations.
We prepared the compound.
Inside you'll find the necessary instructions for administering the cure to your daughter.
It's all there. Everything you need to bring Nadia back.
It's been a pleasure doing business with you.
I loaded the Bristow DNA template into the sequencer.
The genetic fluid is primed and ready.
Good.
- How's our subject? - Ready to get this over with.
Vitals are good. The provacillium should be taking effect.
I've given you something to help with the pain.
But if our prior experiences with genetic manipulation serve as an indicator,
I'm afraid the narcotics won't be of much help.
- I'm sure I've been through worse. - I really don't think you have.
You'll get a panic button. Anything happens, I'll be there in seconds.
- That part sounds cool. - We'll keep you safe.
- Syd, don't worry about it. - I can't help it.
- I'm sorry you've had to go through this. - Apologize one more time, I'll slap you.
Look, it's not your fault.
It is, actually.
The people I love, sooner or later, something terrible happens to them.
It happens over and over and over.
They're kidnapped, they're tortured...
They're killed.
Because they know me.
I feel like I'm this plague, and everyone I love is infected.
I just...
I just want you to know how sorry I am - for all of it.
Yes, I've been tortured and I've been kidnapped. Several times, actually.
And none of that would have happened if I hadn't helped a clumsy girl
pick up her books freshman year in bio class.
But... it's not your fault. You can't blame yourself for the evils of the world.
Since I've known you, I've seen a lot of horrible things.
There are people out there capable of more cruelty and hatred than I thought possible.
But I still sleep all night. You know why?
Because I know you're out there fighting against them.
Sydney, you save the world every day.
And you never ask for anything in return.
I think I speak for everybody who loves you...
when I say thank you for watching over us.
If you'd never met me you'd have a regular life.
Who wants it?
I wouldn't trade you for anything.
I know a lot of regular people who live regular lives.
There's only one Sydney Bristow.
Bad robot!