My name is Sydney Bristow.
Seven years ago I was recruited by a secret branch of the CIA
called SD-6. I was sworn to secrecy,
but I couldn't keep it from my fiancé,
and when the head of SD-6 found out,
he had him killed.
That's when I learned the truth --
SD-6 is not part of the CIA.
I'd been working for the very people
I thought I was fighting against.
So I went to the only place that could help me take them down.
Now I'm a double agent for the CIA,
where my handler is a man named Michael Vaughn.
Only one other person knows the truth about what I do,
another double agent inside SD-6 --
someone I hardly know.
My father.
I don't want this job anymore.
I want out.
You're helping bring an end to SD-6.
Not anymore. Sydney --
you like hockey -- the kings?
Yeah, how'd you -- they're playing the islanders next week.
We should go.
Sydney, you can't do this.
This is suicide. I don't think it is.
What exactly is your exit strategy here?
Emergency lockdown procedures.
The elevator is returning to SD-6.
The doors will automatically open.
What do you want?
There's a certain little something-something
you got in the SD-6 vault.
Sloane must've activated the emergency failsafe.
There are 10 pounds of c-4 strategically placed
within the substructure of this building.
Opening the vault will trigger that c-4.
You want to scramble the vault codes.
Dad, what are you doing here?
Just stay there.
No, dad, don't.
Hold your fire! I'm coming through!
I'm coming out!
You okay?
Except for my head injury, yeah.
Mr. cool customer here was caught
was caught crawling around the fence.
Sit his butt down.
So how long is it going to take to open the vault?
The sooner I get started, the sooner we'll know.
I need, like, awesome good news, baby.
I know.
Endo, tchen, I'll be in the conversation room.
Follow this map to the three locations
where the c-4 explosives are set.
Okay.
You must deactivate all three c-4 packages
before the vault door opens.
Good luck.
I think I can get to the PDA
and e-mail Langley.
You know that's not an option.
Look, I understand
the need for plausible deniability here.
The CIA cannot acknowledge its affiliation with SD-6.
I know that, but they can't afford
to let these people get whatever it is they're here for.
Do nothing.
The man running this group
claims to be a former SD-6 freelancer.
He says sloane left him for dead in chechnya.
He's interrogating sloane now...
Maybe killing him.
And we're next.
Sydney's in the ducts.
What?
Failsafe's been activated.
If the vault's opened,
it'll detonate c-4 charges
hidden throughout the building's sublevel.
Sydney has a chance to disarm them,
but only if there are no surprises.
All the more reason we need to call Langley.
Jack, under normal conditions, you can pull rank.
These are not normal conditions.
Each set of c-4 charges
are located behind the steel plate
at the end of the corridor as marked on the map.
2 numbers down, 10 to go.
Copy that, baby.
You know, as bad as you feel right now
with all that pain,
that is just the puddin' next to the pie.
Mm.
So easy for you to blame me, huh?
When you know the truth.
You got your own men killed.
That helicopter waited for you.
I had a man down.
I was saving Whitney's life.
You knthat.
Yeah, at the expense of all the other men.
Those men counted on you
to lead them to safety.
They trusted their life to you,
and you led them to slaughter.
Go check it out.
Yeah.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Three of the security monitors just lost picture.
Check it out.
Yes, sir.
Okay, you ready for this?
Langley's general p.O.P. Server just received
an incoming e-mail from SD-6.
From who -- Jack?
No, not Jack. Dixon.
Why is Dixon sending me e-mail?
He doesn't know me.
He's calling the CIA for help.
They forwarded this message to you.
"I am Marcus Dixon, agent of SD-6 --
we are under attack, help us"?
What do you think's going on down there?
Vaughn, hey.
No, not now.
Sir, we have a situation.
Mr. Vaughn --
I really think you should look at this.
You've had a bad day.
You better hope this doesn't make it worse.
Look, I know I've been suspended as Sydney Bristow's handler,
but this message was routed to me.
Sir, if you don't mind,
may I see the communication, please?
It is my province,
and Vaughn is off the Bristow case.
Do we have any independent confirmation?
What, like a dead body? No.
It's a fair question.
No, sir.
Any local authorities reporting? Fire, police?
No.
Any irregularities at all?
What, you mean other than a desperate message
from an agent begging for our help?
Let me guess -- you want to send in an extraction team.
We have to do something.
Yeah, like we had to do something in donati park?
I think this is sloane. What?
I think he's bluffing again to compromise our operation.
By sending CIA into the SD-6 office? What, are you nuts?
Sloane is bold like that, and you're reactive.
Sir, why is he even in this office?
We wait for now.
But, sir -- we wait.
Is that understood?
Go back to devlin's office without haladki
and convince him on your own.
There's no convincing devlin.
You can't go down there by yourself.
I have a friend who's a cop. He went to the lobby.
And maybe it did. I would have known about it.
And what if there has been a takeover?
If I'm not back in a couple hours, I'm probably dead.
Good to know.
That's five.
Copy that, baby.
Well...
It's almost over.
I'm a federal officer. Step out of the car, please.
I'd like to ask you a few questions.
No problem.
Have you seen Mr. weiss?
I have Mr. Vaughn calling for him.
I'll take the call.
Extraction teams "r" us.
Haladki, where's weiss? Probably out getting another pizza.
The confirmation you wanted -- I got it.
I'm at SD-6 right now. You're at SD-6?
Did you hear what I said?
That is a massive breach of protocol.
Screw protocol.
Devlin specifically told you to wait.
The break-in is confirmed. Check with the duty officer.
It's probably bendis. Tell him to send in the team.
They can get in the garage using a standard card splice.
You're finished. You know that?
Just do it.
Tchen, hey, what's up?
Where are we? I need status.
Aah!
Tell him everything's cool. You're still checking it out.
Tchen, where the hell are you, man? Do it.
Screw you.
I'm disappointed.
Being a reporter sucks. Can I just establish that?
Okay.
Hi.
Hi, and what have we been drinking?
Uh, I don't know.
There was a little horse on the label.
A dog -- I don't know. It was like a dog horse.
Some kind of mythical creature
condemned to live in a bottle for eternity.
It's a dog horse. It's like a dog horse.
Oh, did I mention that my life sucks?
Did I mention that?
The Rileys forgive you.
It's the seating arrangement for the wedding.
My God, that's so normal.
Your life is so normal, Fran.
Sydney's life's normal, t-- I mean kind of normal,
outside of her obsession with the bank,
but my life is just not normal.
This story I'm working on is about this guy,
and he's in jail. His wife committed suicide,
and it's just -- it's just very suspicious.
I mean, the guy's been totally set up.
I mean, he's a good guy, apparently.
He's got, like, no criminal record.
Well, he's got two speeding tickets in his life.
I mean, he's been in jail for, like, eight years already.
He's got another eight years to go.
So I went to see him
'cause I thought
that maybe I could shed some light on the whole thing.
Maybe I could research and write an article
that might, you know, I don't know, do some justice.
But...
He was so scared, man.
He had this look in his eyes, it was like...
Horror.
I stopped doing the story. I figured it's his life.
He wants to make his own decisions, you know?
Yeah.
And then his kid comes to see me.
His kid? His kid.
She begged me
to help out her dad,
and she was just so desperate.
Then I got this key.
Pier 19, number 305. I don't know...
What's there?
I-I don't know.
How'd you get it?
I-I don't want to tell you.
Why?
Francie, it's very dangerous.
Okay.
Francie, I'm serious.
Well, if I were you,
and I thought I might be able to help somebody,
I would.
Have you seen tchen?
Not lately.
I feel like a mom at the mall.
He said he was going down to the sub-basement.
I don't know if his walkie's not working,
if he's on a coffee break --
five numbers down, seven to go.
The code program's running.
I'll go get him.
Who is more tough-assed than you, huh?
Who? Nobody, baby.
What the hell are you doing here?
Dixon contacted us. What the hell's going on?
Dixon contacted you?
Said SD-6 was under attack. Are you okay?
It's true. There's a team of six, maybe seven.
They've got the latest military spec.
They're after something in the vault.
I know. I took one out in the garage.
Yeah. I was thinking k-directorate.
I don't think they'd do something as wild as this.
Then who?
I don't know. But right now,
what do you know about deactivating c-4?
There's got to be 200 pounds in here.
Damn, that's enough to level the building.
It's a failsafe.
Sloane has three of these rigged to the vault.
If the vault door opens, they all blow.
Maybe they shouldn't open the vault.
They being the six men with machine guns.
How long before they hack the code?
Soon. Did you study bomb defusion at Langley?
Just seminars, though. Nothing field-specific.
Does anyone ever learn anything in seminars?
Let's just take this one step at a time.
This is a charge of c-4.
I can tell 'cause it says "c-4" everywhere.
There are eight black and yellow wires
and six red, blue, and black.
Which of these 14 wires do we cut?
Maybe none. What are those prisms?
More than one lead spliced to the firing mechanism.
That pin --
where?
Right there, in the back.
What is it?
It's a crystal.
That thing is a radio receiver.
That's probably how opening the vault triggers the c-4.
So all we have to do is pull out the crystal?
Wait, no. It can't be this easy.
What, you think there's a tamper alarm?
Or a secondary trigger.
Now we know what the prisms are for.
Spray it again.
You know, I think I can pull out the crystal
without touching the lasers.
You want me to do it? My hands are pretty skinny.
Well, so are mine.
One more spray on 3.
1...
2...
3.
One down.
We better hurry.
Inside.
Over there.
Tie his hands.
Don't!
Why don't you tie her up?
Wait. Shut up.
I'm British s.I.S.
For the past year, I've been on covert duty
trying to penetrate Cole's intelligence network.
Cole? Mckenas Cole, former SD-6.
Now he works with a third party,
a new player on the scene.
Someone he calls "the man."
S.I.S. Has been trying to identify "the man"
for the past three years.
Give me your tie. My tie?
And if this mission's a success,
Cole will trust me enough to tell me who that man is.
So, what's in the vault? I don't know. None of us do.
But it has to do with someone named rambaldi.
Look, if you don't let me go,
Cole will send someone looking for me.
He'll know there's someone else here,
and they'll find you.
And if we let you go and you're lying,
you'll make sure that happens.
When they find me,
I'll tell them there's only one of you.
The other c-4 packages are here and here.
The explosives are located behind steel plates
that are bolted to the walls.
There are fire extinguishers at regulation points. Find one.
Use the co2 to freeze the bolts,
but go easy or you'll run out.
Here.
I memorized the laser grid.
Here.
Your c-4 is located along this corridor.
You cross through engineering sublevel over to electrical.
It's far, so run.
The storage room where I got in. That's where we'll meet.
Then maybe we can go to that hockey game.
Maybe. Be careful.
You too.
I understand you took a call from Vaughn.
Uh, yeah, now that you mention it.
A call he made to me.
What did he say?
I don't know. It was a bad connection.
Did he confirm the attack?
He was hysterical, per usual.
I wouldn't read much into it.
Tchen, Toni, does anyone copy?
Cole, this is endo.
Endo, this has got to stop.
Look, you find Toni, you find tchen,
and you find the problem, and then you fix it.
How many were there?
One. Only one.
Endo.
Endo, tchen -- somebody come in.
Who the hell's shooting?
Cole, tchen's dead.
Well, who the hell killed him?
I did.
Endo. Endo.
Endo!
Come on.
Dear person
beating up my men,
I assume that you're an employee here.
I am now standing in sloane's...
Tastefully minimalistic office.
And if you are not here, standing in front of me
in the next 20 seconds,
I am going to start executing your friends,
starting with the man that I assume to be your partner...
Mr. Jack Bristow.
I'm here.
You're the badass that's been killing my men?
I-I don't know. I just kind of thought
you'd be an ugly guy.
Damn it. Step in, girlie.
Get her bag.
Search her...
Good and tight.
Seven numbers locked, five to go.
If she moves a muscle,
you drill her.
I want LAPD notified, roadblocks at appropriate intersections,
and an ambulance standing by.
Weiss, you've got a call. Not now.
It's Vaughn, line three.
Talk to me.
Where the hell are you? We're on our way.
The place is wired to blow. Three packages of c-4.
We deactivated two. Sydney was supposed
to deactivate the third. I don't know if she did.
Okay, can you get to it? I don't know where it is.
They've got everyone, including Sydney.
As soon as they open the vault, the c-4 is going to go off.
How soon is that? Soon. Hurry up.
Got it. What the hell is going on?
If I find out you screwed Vaughn,
you do understand that your ass is mine.
I'm not scared of you. You should start being scared of me.
You know, a lot of guys --
it's their socks or their piece --
their gun, bullets, custom hollow tips...
But for me, I have always sucked my luck
from a bottle of champagne.
I bring one every job.
Mmm. Mmm-mmm-mmm.
Would you care for some?
You don't remember, do you?
I didn't at first, either.
We've met before.
It was about five years ago,
here at SD-6.
Which was really rare for me,
'cause I was a freelancer, but I was here.
And I saw you in the coffee room.
You were wearing pigtails, and I asked you out.
Now, I know I'm not the subtlest guy
when it comes to women,
and I probably said something insanely inappropriate,
because you told me, if I ever talk to you again,
you'd break my kneecaps.
Which just made me love you.
I've thought about you
these last five years. I have.
Um, just every once in a while, I think,
I wonder what ever happened to pigtails?
And, um, you know, what I took away
from that encounter in the coffee room
was the fact that you didn't want to go see
some mediocre romantic comedy with me,
sit in my Pontiac in the parking lot
while we talked for an hour before I made my move.
You didn't want to kiss me,
remember?
No, I do not.
But I can see not wanting to kiss you.
Well, you make bad choices.
Yeah, you didn't want to kiss me,
but working for a scumbag like sloane,
that's all right by you, huh?
Let me tell you something about that weasel boss of yours.
He will disappoint you,
and one day --
and I hope to God I'm there when that day happens --
you will hate him.
It was good to see you in the office again, pigtails.
I know you didn't want to kiss me,
but when I was taking a hit off that bottle before,
I backwashed in it.
I mean, like, really big-time.
See ya.
I didn't think you'd come.
I know, I know, me neither. Yeah.
Well, look, I made sure I wasn't followed.
I took, like, two cabs and a bus just to get here.
But I wore this the whole time.
I thought I'd look like Gabe kaplan.
Who's that? Doesn't matter.
Are you sure you still want to do this?
You know I do.
Okay. You got to give this to your dad, then.
What is it?
I don't want you to look at it.
At least tell me what it is.
It's an autopsy. It's your mother's autopsy.
And there are photographs in there that you're not
going to want to see, okay? Do you understand me?
Yeah.
Okay. What you said to me about going away,
if your father's going to pursue this,
you have got to do that.
Hey, do you remember griff --
that big guy?
Well, the mvds -- they worked him over really hard.
They had straps with blades in them,
these tricky glass syringes, acid...
They were really creative.
But he didn't go down.
Not until they opened up the box.
It took him about three needles,
and then his heart gave out.
How many did you take?
I want to hear you scream...
Just the way that griff did.
Scream for me.
They broke you, didn't they?
They made you beg.
Don't you wish. Only one number left.
"Please, sir, I can't take any more."
Isn't that what you said to them? Do you know how many more needles I have here, huh?
Let's go. You cried for mercy.
That is not what happened. The vault's almost open.
You wept like a baby. That is not what happened!
Like a little baby. We have to go!
That is not what happened! Shut up! Shut up! Come on!
Let's go! Shut up!
Baby?
I have to go to the vault.
Chopper, I want you to kill them all.
Back up, all of you! Up against the wall now!
All of you! Lisbon.
What? Last July.
Now!
Get against the wall! Come on!
Don't look at me like that.
Get against that wall.
You heard him.
Get against that wall now.
Can you shut off the failsafe?
No. Only sloane can do that. I'm going to the vault.
I'm going with you. Dixon, you just had surgery. You can't --
I'll meet you there!
Arvin. Did you execute the failsafe?
Yes. We need to deactivate it.
Are they still in the building? There's only one left.
I won't let anyone into the vault. Sydney's going to stop them.
Is Sydney here? How do I shut off the failsafe?
The override is a keypad in my office,
but it's biometric.
It won't deactivate without my fingerprint.
Oh, come on, Jack, it's going to take you hours
to get my hands out of here.
Marshall has a device that can duplicate fingerprints,
but we haven't got the time.
You could take my fingerprint.
Jack, take my right index fingerprint.
Just take it.
Right index.
Yes!
Looking for me?
Ooh! Felt that one, didn't you?
Kickboxer, eh? I love me kickboxers.
I got your kicks, and I got your moves.
Bring it on.
See, the problem with you kickboxers,
ain't none of y'all can take a punch!
Oh, yessiree.
I think you're right.
Taking a punch is something I got to learn how to do.
What's happening downstairs?
I think everything's taken care of.
We got lucky.
Get my guys out of here.
SD-6 will never know we were here.
Then you should go. You okay?
Yeah.
Thanks for coming.
He had this.
Hey.
What is that -- perfume?
Whatever this is, we have it now
and they don't, because of you.
Not just me. Because of you.
Well, it'd better be good perfume.
I'm not kidding. Think about it --
what you do.
Hockey can wait.
I don't think what you're doing here can.
Let's go, let's go.
Okay. Bye.
Bye.
♪ Streetlights on by six
♪ dinner and the TV glow
♪ waiting for debates
♪ braids of cats make shapes
♪ in the landscapes we forgot ♪
Are you all right?
None of us are.
What happened here tonight is --
this is unacceptable.
The people who did this -- we're going to find them
and retrieve what they've taken.
Even then...
This has changed everything.
Sir, I, uh, I got the digit right here,
and the medics are on their way.
Thanks, Marshall.
Hey, sloane gave me the finger.
♪ I like you best when
♪ the smile forces itself out♪
Okay.
Yeah.
You okay?
I sent the e-mail to Langley,
but I guess it didn't get through.
It's okay. You did a good job.
♪ Grateful those should stay ♪
♪ grateful those should stay ♪
This morning, before all this,
you wanted to talk to sloane.
What did you tell him?
I told him that I'd see him tomorrow.
Thank you.
♪ Should stay
♪ stay
♪ stay.