Seven years ago,
I was recruited to work for SD-6,
which I was told was a covert branch of the CIA.
I was trained as a spy,
warned not to tell anyone what I did.
I thought I was working for the good guys
until I told my fiancé about SD-6
and they had him killed.
That's when I learned the truth --
that SD-6 is part of the very enemy
I thought I was fighting. Now I'm a double agent
working with the real CIA to bring down SD-6,
where my only ally is another double agent,
a man I hardly know -- my father.
It seems that during the cold war,
six fully armed nuclear weapons
were smuggled into and buried within the United States.
When SD-6 picked up our nuke,
they put it on a plane bound for Egypt. What?
They sold the thing to anini Hassan.
You're going to Cairo. Devlin told me.
Yeah. I need your help.
SD-6 can't know that's where I'm going.
I'm holding the core.
I'm holding enough plutonium here
to liquefy our insides in 48 hours.
Put it down.
I put it down, you'll kill me.
Now. I'm going to count to 1.
Okay.
You're falling behind, Sydney...
And I don't accept late papers.
Okay, you know what? Good point. You shouldn't,
but I do have a really good excuse.
Okay, I was on a business trip
and my flight was delayed.
I have the bomb and I'm ready for extraction!
Eta, two minutes.
I might not have two minutes.
If you recall, I made it clear in my syllabus
that I was happy to receive your papers
via e-mail if you can't get them to me directly.
You do have e-mail, don't you?
Yes, see, you're not going to believe this,
you're not, um, but there was a blackout
where I was staying.
Honestly.
Okay, stop. I can appreciate
the complexities of pursuing a graduate degree
with a full-time job, but it seems to me that
your work is taking precedence over your education.
Now admit it, Sydney. You're dropping the ball.
My job is a means to an end,
and your class makes me feel like maybe someday
I'll be able to do something more with my life.
Package is secure.
Copy that.
All right...
Next paper's due Thursday.
I assume that won't be a problem.
No, not at all. Okay, thank you so much.
Are you sure about that?
How's Friday?
What's confusing is that Charlie has
this amazing offer from Fleming letterman.
It's, like, the most prestigious law firm in L.A.
But Charlie's not excited?
He's just kind of weird. He never wants to talk about it.
He doesn't brag. Wouldn't you brag?
I would. I would be nonstop talking about myself
if a firm like that wanted me.
Just remember you and Charlie are coming
from very different places.
I mean, in his whole family, he's first-generation college.
That's true.
Not to mention law school. He's probably nervous.
He's probably terrified.
That's kind of what my dad said.
I called him last night to ask him what he thought.
He said, "listen, missy, give it a rest.
"You're making something out of nothing.
Charlie is one of the good ones."
Your dad's right.
It's just weird having that feeling
that someone you love isn't telling you everything.
I can't believe you can call your dad for advice.
I-I just can't imagine.
You know, the worst thing is having a dad who's always right.
No. It's not the worst thing.
I ran into my father... Last week.
Where?
Just -- just out shopping.
It was -- it was so empty.
It wasn't empty. It was full, actually --
full of awkwardness and these lame pauses
and...I don't know.
Your dad, you know, he's just...
He's just your dad.
I don't want it to be like that anymore.
I'm just sick of it.
I mean, I always had this feeling
that maybe someday, I don't know,
my dad and I would connect,
that things could start to get better.
Well, you know my opinion of your dad.
I know.
But listen -- if you can find it in your heart
to forgive him for being
the kind of guy he's been all your life,
which I would find impossible and could never do,
then you should make a real effort.
How do you even start something like that?
I have so many questions, I just...
I'm not going to reconnect with my father over the phone.
Fine. Go to his work.
Go to the airplane factory or whatever
and just start talking.
You're really good at talking.
Dad.
Sydney, what are you doing here?
I would have called. I just didn't know if that was --
you shouldn't be here.
I told you I have a thousand questions.
They're keeping me awake at night.
Dad, did you know SD-6 was going to recruit me?
I mean, did you help or did you just --
this isn't the time.
Then I need to ask you about mom. Sydney --
was it just an accident
or -- or did you tell her about what you were doing,
like I told Danny?
Look where you are. You're exposed.
Dad, please.
Don't come here again -- not again.
The device that you withdrew from taipei last month
remains in analysis.
They're still trying to figure out
exactly what it does and how it does it.
At the time, I told you that Oscar Mueller was the designer.
In truth, Mueller was just an academic,
a scientist who took another man's sketches,
translated them into practical construction plans
and put it all together.
So then who designed it?
A man named milo rambaldi.
Never heard of him.
That doesn't surprise me.
He died in 1496.
Rambaldi was pope Alexander vi's chief architect,
excommunicated for heresy, sentenced to death
for suggesting that someday
science would allow us to know God.
After rambaldi's death, his workshop was torn apart.
His plans and sketches were traded and sold
for next to nothing.
For the next five centuries,
his work was scattered throughout the world.
No one is exactly sure what's left, which is unfortunate
because last march a Russian historian
happened upon one of rambaldi's early designs.
She recognized something that looked a lot like a transistor.
I don't understand. Do you understand?
It seems that rambaldi was a prophet.
We acquired one of his notebooks from San lazaro.
This is the analysis report.
"Rudimentary schematic
for a transportable vocal communicator."
The guy was drawing up plans for a cell phone
around the time of the ottoman empire.
Come on.
Ridiculous, right? You know me. I am not a new age kind of guy.
I don't believe in the power of the pyramid.
I'm not a big granola fan.
This sort of thing typically makes me roll my eyes,
and then my eyes came across this --
written in 1489.
Rambaldi wrote machine code.
Actually, if -- if I could, it's probably not machine code.
I mean, the concept of zero's been around,
well, it precedes Christ,
and the numeral one has been around even longer than that.
Actually, you know, ptolemy used zeroes as punctuation marks,
and in Indian texts zero is
more of a spiritual concept than an actual number.
Of course, I don't -- when I say "Indian,"
I don't mean the kind of -- with the bow and arrows --
thank you, Marshall.
We don't know what it is.
Rambaldi has become a priority for us.
We want to learn what it is before anybody else does.
Have you tried running the sequence?
It's incomplete. The entire sequence was written
on the back of two rambaldi sketches.
We possess one, and the other one
is in this man's private collection.
Eduardo benegas -- Spanish v.C., auto enthusiast.
He also happens to own the largest collection
of pornographic art in all of Madrid...
Which...I thought was an interesting fact. Sorry.
We negotiated with him to buy one of the sketches
and suddenly he withdrew the piece.
We believe that somebody tipped him off as to its real value.
We think it's k-directorate.
Unfortunately, they're on to rambaldi, too.
It's possible k-directorate stole a key from benegas.
Our data reconnaissance division thinks,
although it hasn't been confirmed yet,
that he's surrounded at all times
by half a dozen bodyguards.
We're talking about guys trained under the u.E.I. Special forces.
We also have reason to believe
that benegas keeps the key on his person at all times.
So the big question is
how did k-directorate swipe the key?
It was Anna, wasn't it?
Eduardo benegas has a sketch
drawn by milo rambaldi.
There's a code written on the back.
SD-6 wants that code.
The sketch is in a case.
The case is in a vault.
The vault is on the top floor
of a car museum owned by benegas.
So I'm going to Madrid.
What's my counter mission?
So it's 2,000 words or less on gene sequencing
in virus-resistant cabbage, right?
And I'm realizing slowly
that I might not have a real handle on the situation.
Which part?
Uh, just the part about the gene sequencing
in the virus-resistant cabbage.
Doesn't your paper have a science correspondent?
Hello?
Hi.
Okay, uh, yeah.
Hello?
Okay, thanks. I will come by.
Sorry, man, wrong number.
Thanks so much. Okay. Bye.
So you're busy. What was --
you okay? When you were on the phone, it looked like, uh...
It was Danny's landlord.
They found some of his stuff in the garage.
You all right? Yeah. Yeah.
Do you want me to go --
I can get that stuff for you, bring it back.
Would you mind? It's just I have to go
to San Diego for the bank tonight...
Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it. It's done.
Thanks.
So who called?
Oh, it was a wrong number.
They were looking for a pizza place.
You know what? I think I'm going to go
for a quick run before my cab comes.
Hey.
Hi.
Devlin wants you to follow through on sloane's orders.
Apparently, we're both after the same piece of missing code.
You're kidding me. Nope.
You already knew about rambaldi?
I didn't. The agency did.
Da Vinci meets nostradamus -- personally, I don't buy it.
Tell the CIA station chief in Barcelona
to prep for a dead drop.
Worst case, I'll encrypt the code
on a radiohead mp3 and leave it on audio galaxy.
How did Russian underground find out about rambaldi?
Hey, you're the intel guy.
What can you tell me about this woman --
Anna Espinosa?
She was born in Cuba, raised in Russia --
one of the last of the cold war babies,
go-to officer at k-directorate
for wet work and active measures.
I had a meeting with an informant in yugoslavia.
Low level -- just a guy with intel who needed the money.
Anna recorded the entire conversation
with a parabolic Mike from the building next door.
How do you know?
Because as I was shaking his hand to leave,
she blew out the back of his skull
with a sniper rifle,
even though she got what she came for --
her way of telling me I was out of my league.
Be careful out there.
See you when I get back.
No, actually, you won't.
Uh, I'm being replaced by a senior officer.
Seems I wasn't experienced enough to be your handler.
It was really good to meet you.
Good luck in Madrid.
He's an idiot. I mean, that's -- that's the problem.
So is Davenport. I mean, they're so involved
in their own bureaucratic...
Protocol. I know.
You know who's replacing me?
Yes. Lambert. Lambert. Lambert!
Can I say something? And --
and not just as a fellow officer,
but as a very smart man.
What? You're starting to get a little too emotional about this.
Not this again.
You're obviously attached to this woman.
This is your answer for everything.
If you were paying me to analyze you...
I'd actually say that maybe you're a little jealous.
Of lambert? Give me a break.
I mean, the guy may be senior, but he's junior. Trust me.
And now he gets to see Sydney every week
and it's making you crazy.
Look, this is not about me. Yes, it is.
No, it's not.
She's going to Madrid. There's this other agent
with k-directorate. She could not sound more dangerous.
I'm scared for Sydney.
I know I'm off the case...
But I want her to come back.
Well, look, there's nothing you can do about it,
and you don't even know if this k-directorate woman
will be in Madrid. So why worry?
You sure wrote a hell of a lot about this Bristow girl.
Anything else I need to know about her?
I think you'll find that Sydney's quite capable
of speaking for herself.
Look at her.
Wouldn't kick that out of bed.
Okay, so you're going to Madrid tonight
and the fundraiser's going to be at a auto museum
and -- probably want to dress nice, you know, dress to thrill,
so I thought maybe you'd like to wear this necklace, huh?
Now, the pearls are actually fiberglass.
That's better to, uh, transmit the vibrations from your larynx
to the Mike right inside the pendant.
Uh, you -- maybe you want to try it on or...
I-I could sample it.
Probably wouldn't match my...
Señora.
Qué collar. Tan encantador.
Gracias.
I'm in.
Roger that.
Last year, benegas lent some money
to the paramilitary down in Colombia, which,
well, uh, it didn't fly real well with the guerrillas
and so everyone's going to be a bit jumpy tonight,
but, see, that's okay. We can use that because
we've got a normal-looking Spanish peseta, right?
Wrong -- sonic wave emitter.
Just make sure you drop it near a window.
Anna just crashed the party.
Careful, Syd.
Now look, you guys, I don't even want to tell you what to do
when you're out in the field or anything like that,
but the unveiling of the prototype
would probably be a good time to, you know,
activate the coin, because as hot as you look,
they'd be looking at the car and not at you.
Benegas racing is proud to present
its new 627-110 prototype!
You take this pen right here --
normal-looking pen that you'd write with --
click that like that and boom.
Now, the vault is on the top floor.
The security system is in the basement,
so you're going to have to bypass
all the security cameras and everything.
So I got a remote modem -- remote modem.
What you do is you wire it in the, uh,
the central junction box which is located on the first floor.
Then Dixon can loop the video signal.
Central panel, junction box "a."
Damn it.
What?
Anna's already been here.
She's tapped in to the alarm system.
Remote modem?
Yes, which means she's got backup.
All right, Syd, leave it there.
We'll piggyback off their signal.
We don't want to trigger the central alarm.
Do you see Anna on any of the monitors?
Not on any of the feeds.
She's in the ducts.
I'm heading for the elevators. Did you rig the cameras?
Looping the feed now.
I'm running the lock descrambler.
Anna's in the vault.
The vault will be unlocked in five seconds.
What's wrong with the descrambler?
They're jamming your frequency. I'll try and find them.
Dixon, the elevator's locked down.
The descrambler's still jammed.
Hold on, Sydney.
I see them.
Hurry.
They're coming up.
We're back on-line.
Señora.
Señora, déjame checar su bolsa.
Por qué? Pasa algo?
Abre LA bolsa, por favor.
Sí, sí, claro.
Alguien atravesó. Apúrate. Alguien atravesó!
I think she's taking the north corridor.
I'm going to try to head her off.
I'm headed to the chopper now.
Dixon, she's going out back.
Sydney!
Syd, up there.
Give me your gun.
Sydney.
Give me the gun!
Hi, I'm will tippin. I'm a friend of Sydney's.
She asked me to come pick up some of her stuff.
This is all of it.
They arrest anyone yet?
Uh, for the murder? No, no, no, not yet.
Excuse me. Do you have any idea
how long that traffic camera's been there?
No, I don't.
But do the traffic cameras take a picture
at every red light or just when there's a car
in the intersection? Really?
Can we get ahold of every photo taken on June 8th
between midnight and 6:00 A.M.
At the corner of alavisa and sunset?
Okay, great. Call me back.
Fighting a traffic ticket?
I swear to God the genetics piece is
practically arriving on your desk as we speak.
Practically? Very nearly practically,
almost concurrent with this conversation.
So, out of 2,000 words, how many have you practically typed?
Counting the headline?
Will, don't make me regret hiring people in their 20s.
Yeah?
Hi, um, I don't know if I'm talking
to the right person,
but I need to borrow a million bucks.
The Olsen twins went public and I'm looking to invest.
You'll need some collateral. I don't think you've got any.
Have you seen my aqua blue Chevy?
You mean with the hula girl on the dash?
Yes, sadly, we've seen that.
Welcome home.
Thanks.
How was San Diego?
Boring. How'd the article turn out?
Boring. Listen, I don't know, uh, you might be too wiped out,
but some of us are going to have dinner tonight.
Love to -- I could use some fun.
Hey, you want to do it at my place? I'll order in.
Great, um, 7:00?
How about 7:30?
Okay. I better get going before I get fired,
which is inevitable.
Will...
Yeah?
Nothing. It's just... It's nice to be home.
Yeah, um, I'll see you tonight.
Okay.
I want you to know
that you're going to like working with me.
Really?
Must have been, uh,
oh, I almost don't know how to say it, uh,
devastating when Kenny was killed,
but I want you to know you can trust me.
I understand you. I empathize.
His name was Danny.
Danny? Yes, of course. Well...
What happened to Danny was a tragedy
and yet, uh, you didn't give up.
Mr. lambert, I got your message.
Is there a reason I'm here?
I just wanted to introduce myself,
grab a little face time with my girl.
I just wanted to make sure
you don't have any queries I might be able to --
I've got a query.
Yeah? Shoot.
Are you insane --
calling me in here for a social event?
SD-6 has a division whose sole responsibility it is
to track their agents and report back suspect activity.
"Your girl" is risking her life, and you yours,
every time we lay eyes on each other.
So do me a favor -- don't be so friendly.
I-I just love your spirit.
That's heartening.
Are we done here?
Yeah, honey. We're all done.
Great.
Ha ha ha.
No, I am telling you I am completely --
I'm legally blind without my contacts in.
First day I went in my apartment, right?
Give me two.
And I'm in the kitchen and I'm eating cereal
for like, literally, like five minutes
and I hear someone coughing and I put on my glasses
and there's three men painting my walls.
I totally forgot they were coming.
That's bad.
No, the bad thing was he was naked.
I was, yeah. Naked.
I naked clean.
Oh, he loves to embarrass me.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Define "naked clean" for us.
I clean naked.
Please, don't tell this story.
I clean our apartment naked. I like it.
He loves to embarrass me.
You know, I'm going to see that. I'm going to raise it five.
You're bluffing.
You have the most obvious tell on the planet.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. First of all,
not even in the hardcorest of ways do I ever bluff.
You only raise when you're bluffing.
No, I don't.
Full house.
Oh, man.
Damn it.
When will bluffs you can always tell.
I'll be right back.
How come I can never tell with you?
Okay, okay, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait. What are you saying?
All of the traffic cameras are out there.
Okay, hold on...
Within a mile of Danny's apartment.
Now, is that -- is that a normal thing?
No, no, that doesn't sound like a normal thing to me.
Look, I got law review at 6:00 A.M.
Maybe we should go while we're ahead, eh?
Sure, sure, sure. Thank you, Sydney.
Thank you, Syd.
Good night.
Hey, see you later, will.
Bye, will.
Thank you, Jenny. Thanks. That is weird, isn't it?
Yeah. Okay.
What's weird?
Huh? Oh, a stupid article I got to write.
Look at this. Ooh.
I don't know what it is about Tequila.
It's like a trigger.
I always get this craving.
No, it's more than a craving.
When I drink Tequila, ice cream becomes...
Like a chaser?
Like oxygen, like a requirement.
Freshman year, I didn't go to many parties --
or I could say any parties --
but I did go to this one.
Uh-huh. I remember.
And I had some punch. It was mostly Tequila,
and I got so wasted.
It was pathetic.
I went to this 24-hour market.
I bought 3 pints of chocolate chocolate chip ice cream.
Oh, my God. Is this story going to end?
Shut up.
Oh.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Oh, my God. This is excellent.
So much better.
Shh. You got to try this.
It's a super combination of chocolate and chips,
and it's genius.
Hmm? Isn't it?
Huh? Huh?
Here.
Thanks.
No, thank you.
Thank you.
It's good. No, this is good.
My shirt didn't have enough ice cream on it.
Oops.
♪ Words tangle...
♪ It's always you... It's always you... ♪
♪ who should I call?
I should...
♪ Who should I call?
Listen, I...
♪ Who should I call...
♪ Now?
Will...
I left that box in my car.
It's Danny's.
I'm going to go get it before I forget it.
Okay.
In my defense, it was rigged with a brand-new tech,
an internal device that will destroy anything inside it
if opened without the actual key.
Marshall, would you please go back to work?
Just to clarify, I'm not being fired?
Back to work means not fired.
So we needed a contingency plan.
So we called in our best game theorist.
Hello, Sydney.
Have a seat.
We mapped out a scenario
where you would infiltrate the k-directorate lab
where we believe the key is being held.
Jack thought --
your father thought that it could be too big of a risk.
Why? It sounds like the right move.
Obviously we need the key. Obviously they need the box.
Six hours ago I contacted k-directorate,
and we settled on an arrangement.
You and Anna will meet at a neutral location
under cover of both agencies' security forces.
Together you'll open the lock box.
Is this a joke?
As far as we know, the directorate doesn't know
the code was divided into two sketches.
We have nothing to lose
by letting them see what's inside the box.
This is a symmetric scenario.
It compels both sides to adopt
a mutually reinforcing course of action,
and close cooperation
is one of the most stable strategic paradigms.
Assuming all the players are rational.
Plus, I'm just supposed to trust Anna Espinosa?
I need to brief the advance team.
Their first plan was suicide.
I could have handled myself.
Then we disagree.
At least my way you have a fighting chance.
Then I guess I should thank you.
Never crossed my mind.
Dad?
Before I go,
just answer my question about mom.
Your mother knew I was CIA.
It was no secret between us.
She died in the accident.
I never lied to you about that.
What is this?
2-way earpiece and tracking chip.
We want you to tag Anna.
We've got a surveillance team on alert in Berlin.
No, no, no. Whose idea was this?
This is my op, agent Bristow.
This only works if everyone's on their best behavior,
and I'm not going to be the one to break those rules,
especially when there will be a dozen snipers
waiting for me to look the wrong way.
I hate to pull rank, but time is a factor here.
Time is a factor here. You know how much time?
Seven years. That's how long I worked for SD-6
before I found out who they really are,
my days of blindly following orders are over.
Who the hell do you think you're talking to?
I know exactly who I'm talking to.
Tell devlin if agent Vaughn
isn't on the other end of this earpiece
when I turn it on, the CIA gets nothing.
Vaughn is a junior officer.
Then promote him.
Daniel hecht's apartment was here.
The cameras were off from here to here.
He was roughly in the center of a one-mile video blackout
the night he was killed.
There's just no way this is straight b&e.
Maybe, but eisenberg is on the crime desk,
and you are a staff reporter who's way past deadline.
Don't make me regret working for people in their 50s.
40s.
One week.
Francie, sweetie, you're overreacting.
Charlie's cheating on me. I have proof.
Found something in his pocket.
It's a matchbook with some girl's name
and phone number written in it.
Copy that. We're five minutes out.
You can't be paranoid. That could mean anything.
It says, "I truly loved tonight. Rachel."
The matchbook is from a hotel.
Oh, Fran.
Just don't assume the worst yet. I mean,
you won't know until you know,
and the truth isn't always what it looks like.
Syd, where are you?
I'm with a German client.
Let me call you right back.
All right, everyone, listen up.
Per agreement with the directorate,
we're going to divide the stadium
straight down the middle.
They get the West Side, we get the east side.
Alpha team, you're on rear overwatch
just in case they try to surprise us.
Bravo and Charlie teams, you're on counter-sniper.
Now, the rules of engagement are you're authorized to fire
only if our assets are fired upon.
I'm tracking k-directorate.
They're taking positions.
Everyone, hold your positions.
We're waiting for Bristow to go hot Mike.
Who am I talking to?
Your invisible friend.
Good. Where are you?
Satellite relay station back in L.A.,
watching you from a 200-mile orbit.
My guardian angel.
I was going to say the same thing to you.
Thanks for the promotion.
You're welcome.
Heads up.
Team leader, we're hot.
Copy that.
She's coming.
Have you two spoken about her mother?
Yes. She asked me about her death.
Did you tell her the truth?
How's your Russian these days?
Pero si prefieres español...
No te complicas LA vida.
I heard about your fiancé.
Very sad.
I thought perhaps it was a security execution
sanctioned by your employers.
Maybe you said something in your sleep
you shouldn't have.
But then why would you be here in service
of the men that killed your true love?
I take it you brought the key.
I take it you brought the box.
Once we see what's inside,
we go our separate ways.
Oh, my God.