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.
During the Cold War, six fully armed nuclear weapons
were smuggled into and buried within the United States.
VAUGHN: When SD-6 picked up our nuke,
they put it on a plane bound for Egypt.
They sold the thing to lneni 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.
[ Speaking Arabic ]
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 one.
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!
E.T.A., two minutes.
I might not have two minutes.
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. You're not going to believe this,
but there was a blackout where I was staying.
Honestly.
[ Metal clattering ]
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.
[ Helicopter blades whirring ]
My job is a means to an end.
Your class makes me feel like maybe someday
I'll be able to do something more with my life.
MAN: The package is secure.
MAN: Copy that.
PROFESSOR: All right.
Next paper's due Thursday.
I assume that won't be a problem.
No, not at all. Okay, thank you so much.
[ Pager beeping ]
Are you sure about that?
How's Friday?
FRANCIE: What's confusing is that Charlie
has this amazing offer from Fleming Letterman.
It's 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 be nonstop talking about myself
if a firm like that wanted me.
You are coming from very different places.
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 what my dad said.
I called him last night to ask him what he thought.
He said, "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 just can't imagine.
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 out shopping.
It was so empty.
It wasn't empty. It was full, actually.
Full of awkwardness and these lame pauses.
I don't know.
Your dad's just...
He's just your dad.
I don't want it to be like that anymore.
I'm sick of it.
I always had this feeling
that maybe someday my dad and I would connect,
that things could start to get better.
You know my opinion of your dad.
I know.
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 start something like that?
I have so many questions.
You can call the man.
I'm not gonna reconnect with my father over the phone.
Fine, go to his work.
Go to the airplane factory or whatever and start talking.
You're really good at talking.
Dad.
Sydney, what are you doing here?
I would have called. I 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.
Then take something.
Dad, did you know SD-6 was going to recruit me?
Did you help?
This isn't the time.
I need to ask you about Mom.
Was it just an accident
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.
SLOANE: The device that you withdrew from Taipei last month
remains in analysis.
They're trying to figure out what it does
and how it does it.
At the time, I told you that Oskar Muller was the designer.
In truth, Muller was just an academic,
a scientist who took another man's sketches,
translated them into practical construction plans,
and put it all together.
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 Vl'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 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 cellphone
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 typically makes me roll my eyes.
Then my eyes came across this.
Written in 1489.
Rambaldi wrote machine code.
Actually, if I could, it's probably not machine code.
I mean, the concept of zero's been around...
Well, it precedes Christ.
The numeral one has been around even longer than that.
Actually, Ptolemy used zeroes as punctuation marks.
In lndian texts, zero is more of a spiritual concept
than an actual number.
Of course, when I say "lndian,"
I don't mean the kind 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 owns the largest collection
of pornographic art in Madrid.
Which I thought was an interesting fact. Sorry.
We negotiated with him to buy one of the sketches.
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 onto 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 UEl 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?
Anna.
It was Anna, wasn't it?
SYDNEY: 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 countermission?
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?
Just the part about the gene sequencing
in the virus-resistant cabbage.
Doesn't your paper have a science correspondent?
Hello?
- Hi. - [ Telephone rings ]
Okay, uh, yeah.
Hello?
Okay, thanks. I will come by.
Sorry. Wrong number.
- Thanks so much. - Bye.
- So you're busy. - Who was...
You okay? When you were on the phone, it looked like...
It was Danny's landlord.
They found some of his stuff in the garage.
- You all right? - Yeah.
Do you want me to go? I can get that stuff for you.
Would you mind?
I have to go to San Diego for the bank tonight.
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.
I think I'm gonna 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. 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 Audiogalaxy.
How did Russian underground find out about Rambaldi?
Hey, you're the intel guy.
What can you tell me about 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.
About a year ago,
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.
I'm being replaced by a senior officer.
It 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. That's the problem.
So is Davenport.
They're so involved in their own bureaucratic...
Protocol.
You know who's replacing me?
- Yes. Lambert. - Lambert.
Can I say something?
Not just as a fellow officer, but as a very smart man.
You're getting too emotional about this.
Not this again.
You're attached to this woman.
This is your answer for everything.
If you were paying me to analyze you...
Shut up. Stop it.
I'd say that you're jealous.
The guy may be senior, but he's junior. Trust me.
Now he gets to see Sydney every week, and it's making you crazy.
- This is not about me. - Yes, it is.
No, it's not.
She's going to Madrid.
There's this 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.
There's nothing you can do about it.
You don't know if this 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.
[ Door closes ]
Okay. You're going to Madrid tonight.
The fundraiser's gonna be at this Vieta auto museum.
You probably want to dress nice, dress to thrill.
Maybe you'd like to wear this necklace, huh?
The pearls are fiberglass.
That's better to transmit the vibrations from your larynx
to the mike right inside the pendant.
Uh, you... maybe you want to try it on.
I could sample it.
Probably wouldn't match my...
Seńora.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
Gracias.
I'm in.
DIXON: Roger that.
MARSHALL: Last year, Benegas lent some money
to the paramilitary down in Colombia.
It didn't fly well with the guerrillas.
Everyone's gonna be a bit jumpy tonight.
That's okay. We can use that.
We've got a normal Spanish peseta, right?
Wrong. Sonic-wave emitter.
Just make sure you drop it near a window.
Anna just crashed the party.
Careful, Syd.
MARSHALL: I don't want to tell you what to do
when you're out in the field or anything,
but the unveiling of the prototype
would be a good time to activate the coin.
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.
[ People screaming ]
Now, the vault is on the top floor.
You're gonna have to bypass all the security cameras.
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.
[ Metal clanging ]
She's in the ducts.
I'm heading for the elevators. Did you rig the cameras?
Looping the feed now.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
I'm running the lock descrambler.
Anna's in the vault.
DIXON: 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.
[ Alarm blaring ]
Dixon, the elevator's locked down.
The descrambler's still jammed.
Hold on, Sydney.
I see them.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
Hurry!
Hurry. They're coming up.
We're back on-line.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
[ Door closes ]
I think she's taking the north corridor.
I'm gonna try to head her off.
I'm headed towards the chopper now.
Dixon, she's going out back.
DIXON: 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? - Mm-hmm.
No, not yet.
Do you have any idea
how long that traffic camera's been there?
No, I don't.
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 Alavis 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.
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.
[ Cellular phone rings ]
Yeah?
WILL: 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?
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?
It's boring.
You might be too wiped out,
but some of us are gonna have dinner tonight.
Love to. I could use some fun.
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.
You're gonna 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. I empathize.
His name was Danny.
Danny?
Yes, of course.
Well, what happened to Danny was a tragedy.
Yet 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 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 just love your spirit.
That's heartening.
Are we done here?
Yeah, honey, we're all done.
Okay.
[ Laughter ]
No, I am telling you.
I'm legally blind without my contacts in.
First day I went in my apartment, right?
Give me two.
I'm in the kitchen eating cereal
for literally five minutes.
I hear someone coughing. I put on my glasses.
There's three men painting my walls.
I totally forgot they were coming.
Now, that's bad.
No, the bad thing was he was naked.
- I was, yeah. - Naked.
I naked-clean. It's cathartic.
He loves to embarrass me.
Wait, wait. Define "naked-clean" for us.
- I clean naked. - Please, don't tell this story.
I clean our apartment naked. I like it. It's cathartic.
He loves to embarrass me.
I'm gonna see that and raise it five.
You're bluffing.
You have the most obvious tell on the planet.
What? Whoa.
Not even in the hardcorest of ways do I bluff.
You only raise when you're bluffing.
No, I don't.
Full house.
[ Cellular phone rings ]
Damn it.
[ Laughter ]
When Will bluffs, you can always tell.
I'll be right back.
How come I can never tell with you?
Okay. Wait, wait.
What are you saying?
All of the traffic cameras were out that night.
Okay, hold on.
Within a mile of Danny's apartment.
Is that a normal thing?
No. That doesn't sound like a normal thing to me.
I got Law Review at 6:00 A.M.
Maybe we should go while we're ahead?
Oh, sure. Thank you, Sydney.
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, this stupid article I got to write.
- Look at this. - Ooh.
I don't know what it is about tequila.
- It's like a trigger. - Yeah.
I always get this craving.
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.
Well, I could say any parties. But I did go to this one.
- Uh-huh. - I remember.
I had some punch. It was mostly tequila.
And, uh, 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 gonna end?
Shut up.
Oh.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Oh, my God. This is excellent.
Mmm, so much better.
Shh, 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.
[ Laughs ]
Thanks.
I'm sorry.
No, thank you.
- I'm sorry. - Thank you.
- This is good. - Oh, no.
My shirt didn't have enough ice cream on it.
Oops.
♪ I'll hold you close in the back of my mind ♪
♪ Raise my glass ♪
I should...
♪ 'Cause either way I'm dead ♪
♪ Neither of you ♪
Listen, l...
♪ Really help me to sleep anymore ♪
♪ One breaks my body ♪
♪ And the other breaks my soul ♪
Will.
I left that box in my car.
It's Danny's.
I'm gonna go get it before I forget it.
- Okay. - Okay.
[ Door opens, closes ]
Marshall couldn't open the lockbox.
In my defense, it was rigged with a brand-new tech,
an internal device that'll 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 that...
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.
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 lockbox.
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.
This is a symmetric scenario.
It compels both sides
to adopt a mutually reinforcing course of action.
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.
The first plan was suicide.
I could have handled myself.
Then we disagree.
At least my way, you have a fighting chance.
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 about that.
What is this?
Two-way earpiece and tracking chip.
We want you to tag Anna.
We've got a surveillance team on alert in Berlin.
Whose idea was this?
This is my op, Agent Bristow.
This only works if everyone's on their best behavior.
I'm not gonna 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, and now that I know,
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.
Unless this is a coincidence, which seems doubtful,
there's just no way this is a straight B&E.
Maybe, but Eisenberg is on the crime desk.
You are a staff reporter who's way past deadline.
Don't make me regret working for people in their 50s.
40s.
One week.
SYDNEY: Francie, you're overreacting.
FRANCIE: 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.
[ Indistinct talking on radio ]
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.
You won't know until you know.
The truth isn't always what it looks like.
[ Speaking German ]
Syd, where are you?
I'm with a German client. Let me call you back.
[ Indistinct talking on radio ]
Everyone, listen up.
Per agreement with the Directorate,
we're gonna divide the stadium straight down the middle.
They get the west side. We get the east side.
Alpha team, you're on rear over watch
just in case they try to surprise us.
Bravo and Charlie teams, you're on countersniper.
The rules of engagement are, you're authorized to fire
only if our assets are fired upon.
MAN: I'm tracking K-Directorate.
They're taking position.
Everyone, hold your positions.
We're waiting for Bristow to go hot-mike.
Who am I talking to?
VAUGHN: 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 gonna 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?
[ Speaking Russian ]
How's your Russian these days?
[ Speaking Russian ]
[ Speaking Spanish ]
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.
[ Crackling ]
Oh, my God.