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.
Ineni Hassan has broken an agreement with SD-6.
He has stolen from us.
Any intel about where in Havana he might be?
No. We don't know.
That's why I'm sending you to Cuba.
I want Hassan dead.
JACK: What's the countermission?
Sloane might want Hassan dead, but the CIA needs him alive.
JACK: You're making a huge mistake,
trusting a man like Hassan.
They will learn what happens when they send someone after me.
VAUGHN: Hassan has your father.
Then you'll understand
that I'm going to need your help to get to Cuba.
[Shouting in Spanish]
Prove to me that you are willing to go against SD-6.
Anything.
[Gun cocks]
Aim the gun at this woman, if you are who you say you are,
and kill her.
Shooting this agent proves nothing.
To me, it proves everything.
You come to me, and you make me an offer.
You tell me that you are willing to work against SD-6
and that you're working alone.
Then she shows up.
Obviously SD-6 sent her here without my knowledge.
Then you should have no problem whatsoever
proving your loyalty to me.
Kill this agent.
I'll believe you and I'll accept your offer.
And if you choose not to,
then I'll just have to say goodbye to both of you.
Don't do it! Hands in the air! Now!
It took me a second to realize what you were doing.
I was blinking as fast as I could.
I know. It was like, "Hard on your light."
- "Guard on your right." - I figured it out.
I was never very good at Morse code.
Dad, you were shot.
It's nothing.
Call your guards. Have them meet out back.
We're going out the front.
We're fluent in Arabic, so just do as I say.
[Both speaking Arabic]
[Speaking Arabic]
[Engine turns over, revs]
[Tires screech]
So, now what?
Take me to the mountains and kill me?
The plan doesn't change.
You're gonna give me your client list.
I'm gonna make sure SD-6 thinks you're dead.
I don't care who you work for, as long as you let me go.
[Water flowing]
[Camera shutter clicking]
Okay. Get up.
Do you know how much this suit cost me?
- It's not cheap. - Give me your client list.
[Sighs deeply]
[Beeping]
There you are.
You said you had a way for me to get out of Cuba.
Oh. Yes, I do.
Two years ago...
of course, I knew you were working for SD-6...
I heard you'd been sent to Memphis, Egypt,
to meet with this jackass.
It turned my stomach that you were in this business.
Come here.
I think you've got a lacerated blood vessel.
I'm all right.
Dad, can I ask you something?
When you started with SD-6,
you knew that they were a mercenary group
and that they had no connection with the CIA.
But I didn't.
When I joined...
I thought I was gonna be saving the world.
Not making it more dangerous.
What's the question?
Why didn't you say something?
You could've told me what I was really doing.
Damage instead of good.
But you kept quiet.
[Sighs]
Revealing the truth about what you were doing
would have required revealing the truth
about what I was doing.
I'll see you.
Okay.
SYDNEY: As Hassan and I were heading to the mainland,
my dad contacted SD-6 and told them
that Hassan was dead and that his mission was a success.
So it all worked.
SD-6 has no idea I was gone.
The CIA has Hassan, and my dad's okay.
So thank you.
I didn't do anything.
You got me into Cuba.
And you know what? You were right.
What about?
What happens when someone you care about is in trouble.
Nothing else matters. It all just goes away.
Last week, when I learned what my father did for me.
Sacrificing Russek. It made me sick.
But now I know...
I would have done exactly the same thing.
You should have seen him.
Your father?
Yeah, he was like a pro. He was good.
The way you talked about him once,
what his reputation is, I could see it in action.
He was impressive.
I got those codes deciphered.
Those books your father used to buy for your mother.
The ones he had imported 25 years ago.
Those Cyrillic codes you found and gave to me...
I had NSA look at them.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
What is this?
Directives. Confirmed KGB orders.
What kind of orders? What do they mean?
[Sighs deeply]
It's a list of aliases, of handles.
People.
Who?
Those are official code names given by the CIA
to over a dozen of our officers, all of whom were killed.
What?
25 years ago.
All killed by an unknown foreign agent.
An agent the CIA suspected was KGB.
Your suspicions about your father
having once worked for the KGB are accurate.
We don't know for sure.
Your father was being tracked by an FBI counterintelligence.
You said that was routine.
There's nothing routine about that list.
There is something very specific about it.
It's been a mystery within the agency
for over two decades, who murdered those CIA officers.
I'm sorry, but we have our answer now.
It was your father.
I'm gonna report him.
SLOANE: I'm glad you're back safely.
To tell you the truth, I was a little nervous.
I've been through far worse than Havana.
We both have.
Yeah.
When I didn't hear from you,
I thought maybe Hassan had gotten a lead.
Maybe he knew you were coming.
I was unsure of that myself, but it all worked out.
Not for Hassan.
No, not for him.
Thank you.
It's my job.
SLOANE: A vicious murder.
Ineni Hassan has been executed.
We may never know who's responsible for this killing,
but what we do know is
that after word of Hassan's death spread,
this man was unusually busy.
This is Minos Sakulos.
He worked very closely with Hassan.
Some considered him to be Hassan's second.
For the past two days, Sakulos has been scrambling
to make contact with Hassan's old clients.
Seems he's looking to take over Hassan's work.
Do you think Sakulos had Hassan killed?
Perhaps.
Or maybe he's just taking advantage of an opportunity.
We intercepted this call last night.
SAKULOS: I know that before his death,
you were in talks with Mr. Hassan.
MAN: Yes, it was a discussion of a certain package.
I'm in possession of this package myself.
I'm taking bids right now.
A package?
Yes, a package.
For months we've been hearing rumors
about a new device that Hassan had commissioned.
We don't know what it is, but Hassan was an arms dealer
with access to nuclear weapons, so we need to know.
This is Club Panthera.
It's Sakulos' cover. He keeps an office there.
Sakulos has set up a meeting with potential clients
Thursday night at this club.
Your job is to go to Greece,
break into Sakulos' office, and retrieve the specs
on this mysterious package.
Marshall.
Thank you.
Actually, before I...
Did anyone see that documentary on monkeys
last night on... It was great.
They did this sign...
No one saw that.
What we've learned so far
is that Sakulos has a biometric access panel
on his office door
which requires a retinal scan in order to open.
So you have the high-resolution retina scanners.
They work from up to about 30 feet.
Now, Miss Bristow... you'll put these on like so
and find the person whose retina you want...
in this case it would be Sakulos.
You want to make direct, solid eye contact with him.
Look him right in the...
and then, Mr. Dixon...
you will lock on and hit the scan key.
It should take about 10 seconds.
I know that's kind of a long time,
but check this out.
This is a silicone and fluoropolymer compound.
Creates a set of contact lenses
that the retina reader will accept.
You guys got to check out that documentary on monkeys.
It's...
I got a copy at home if...
Not so bad here, is it?
This is not the deal I agreed to.
So, what can you tell me about the package?
You're gonna have to help me out.
Under the Patriot Act of 2001, you're not going anywhere.
What I recommend is that you and I work together,
and I'll make sure you stay comfortable.
There are some incredibly nice prisons in this country.
Either that, or you don't cooperate, in which case,
you're not gonna like your cellmate so much.
You don't have to trust me,
but it might save you some misery.
What's the package?
Listen.
I have a wife and a son.
They are targets. Not just SD-6.
I've made many enemies in the past.
You bring them to the United States.
Give them protection.
You do that for me,
and I'll tell you whatever you want to know.
Everything.
Let me make one thing very clear, Mr. Hassan.
The extent to which I am willing to service you
is when I offer you a soda.
There is no room for negotiations.
There are no perks coming your way.
You have nothing to gain here.
Then neither do you.
- Think about that. - I don't have to.
I'll give you some time to think about that.
Sydney...
[Beeping]
In Cuba, I should have said that...
I wanted to say thank you for coming.
I know that was something that you...
that you certainly didn't have to do.
It's okay, Dad.
Wait.
There's something else.
There are...
There are so many things that
I should probably do.
I mean, as a father.
Things I should ask and say.
Dad...
it's all right.
Really.
[Beeping]
Whatever the package is, Hassan's not talking.
Here's the plan. You'll put on the contact lenses,
get into Sakulos' office, and record the specs.
You. Not Dixon.
The compact's a camera. The lipstick's a voice recorder.
The lighter's a USB flash R.A.M. Drive.
Whatever info you can get, get it for us.
[Exhales deeply]
These are some unclassified designs for various weapons.
You'll photograph these with whatever camera SD-6 gives you.
That's what you'll give them when you get back.
Thanks.
Listen, about your father...
I know you're reluctant to do anything.
I've been thinking a lot about that.
You know what we have to do.
We have to report him to Langley.
Now, I could do it myself, but those are your books.
They'll need your testimony to make a case against him.
He might have been part of the KGB,
but we don't know what role he played in those murders.
You're kidding yourself.
Let's say he was guilty. The directives are 25 years old.
There is no statute of limitation on murder.
We need him right now.
We will never destroy SD-6 without my father.
Those code names in your father's books were people.
They risked their lives, all of them, for this country.
Yes, it might have been 25 years ago,
but for each of those lives lost, others were destroyed.
- I know. - You don't know.
You're not thinking about them.
You're only thinking of yourself.
You made a connection with your father
for the first time.
Turning him in would mean sacrificing that.
I understand. But, Sydney, we have proof.
We know who the victims are.
You're holding them in your hands.
We know who the killer was.
And we both know the right thing to do.
Yes, my father probably got his KGB orders from the books.
And, yes, it looks like...
my father was responsible for those deaths.
But what you're asking me to do...
I just need some time.
Not a lot of time. Not forever.
Just...
Please.
You won't do anything about this without me.
[Tape rewinding]
SYDNEY: Yes, my father probably got
his KGB orders from the books.
And, yes, it looks like...
my father was responsible for those deaths.
I'm gonna need another set of eyes.
I'm working on it.
[Speaking Greek]
I'm in.
Give me a second to locate Sakulos.
Okay. Found him.
[Beeping]
He's through the glass door to your left.
[Beeping]
He's looking right at me.
You got anything yet?
I'm not getting a lock on the retinas.
The lights must be disrupting the signal.
- You'll have to get closer. - How much closer?
In this lighting, how's 2 inches?
[Sarcastically] Great.
I understand you're the owner of the club.
Well, you are American.
That's right. God bless America.
I'm getting it, Syd. Hold him for 1 0 seconds.
Your dancers suck.
Suck?
You think you could do a better job?
[Beeping continues]
MAN: Sir...
your 11:00 just arrived.
He's waiting by the poolside bar.
No good. We didn't get a read yet.
I have a very important meeting with a client.
But follow me.
[Speaking Greek]
[Beeping]
I'll be back in 10 minutes.
I can't wait.
[Rapid beeping]
Got it.
[Speaking Greek]
The contacts are ready, Syd. Meet me by the restrooms.
Excuse me. I have to go.
Mr. Sakulos has invited you to stay.
I need a drink.
We will be happy to have whatever you like brought here.
I'd rather get it myself.
I think you will be much more comfortable if you stay here.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Do you?
You okay?
Yeah, except I'm locked in this pervert's room.
I'm closer to Sakulos' office, and I have the contacts.
No, Dixon, I really want to do this myself.
I'll download the blueprints of the package
from Sakulos' computer.
No, Dixon...
Just get out in one piece.
I'll meet you outside, when I'm done.
Damn it.
[Beep]
[Clicking and beeping]
[Rapid beeping, click]
[Beeping]
Are you auditioning to be a dancer, eh?
Or a bouncer, eh?
[Beeping]
Hmm.
I can't quite decide if you are my taste.
Sydney!
Syd, let's go.
[Exhales deeply]
How's the food?
So, Mr. Hassan, you've had some time to think about it.
- Do you want to help me out? - Screw you.
- Screw me. - Screw you.
I don't talk to you unless you show me some respect.
Let's be honest here.
In 20 minutes, you're gonna be shipped off
to a maximum-security prison outside Los Angeles.
By 5:00 p.m., you're gonna be someone's after-dinner mint.
Unless you start cooperating with me real fast,
respect is gonna be the least of your problems.
Wait.
You still refuse to help get my family out of Argentina.
I told you, that's not part of the deal.
But if you help me out,
I'll make sure you stay comfortable.
Okay.
I have a stockpile of weapons, not in Egypt.
I knew that's where my enemies would look.
The package and other weapons are in a silo in Greece,
on the Isle of Crete.
[Bell pealing]
- He licked my face. - I understand.
You don't really. He licked my face.
And you want to know the worst part?
I didn't succeed.
Because of him, Dixon accessed the information.
The CIA got nothing.
SD-6 ended up with what they wanted.
I want to go to Crete myself.
I want to find the stockpile Hassan told you about,
get the package, and bring it back.
I just don't feel it's the right time
for the CIA to send you anywhere without SD-6's knowledge.
We just did that with Cuba. I think it's too dangerous.
We can use my father. He can give Sloane the intel.
We'll make it an SD-6 mission.
Okay.
That's not why I called you.
I know.
Listen, if we turn in my father...
that'll jeopardize what you and I are doing.
Yes, my father probably got his KGB orders from the books.
And, yes, it looks like...
my father was responsible for those deaths.
[Tape recorder clicks]
I figured turning in your father would be too difficult for you,
so I made this tape last time we were together.
I was gonna play it for Devlin.
Maybe use it in court someday.
But I couldn't bring myself to do that.
I'm only telling you this...
because I thought I owed you that for some reason.
I know this is a personal thing for you.
The idea of reporting your father
is a horrible position to be in.
But it's a personal thing for me, too, Sydney.
Those files I showed you
of the CIA officers who were killed...
I left one out.
I made an appointment to meet with Devlin on Monday
to report your father.
Are you with me?
♪ There's a saying old, says that love is blind ♪
♪ Still we're often told, seek and you shall find ♪
♪ So I'm going to seek a certain girl ♪
♪ I've had in mind ♪
♪ There's a somebody I'm longing to see ♪
Hey.
Hey, what's up?
Is Jenny here?
What?
Oh. No.
Come on in.
♪ I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood ♪
What's wrong?
Hey.
Hey, come here.
♪ Although I may not be the man ♪
♪ Some girls think of as handsome ♪
♪ To her heart, I'll carry the key ♪
Can you tell me what's wrong?
I just want to stay here for a while if that's okay.
Of course.
SYDNEY: Dad, I know you've made mistakes.
We both have.
And I know that, given the chance,
you'd go back and take a different path.
That you'd right the things you did wrong.
My point is, something went wrong last week.
I have the chance to correct it, but I need your help.
Please.
You have to make Sloane believe that you've received intel
about Hassan's weapons stockpile.
Arvin, I just received some intel.
I think we have the location of Hassan's weapons stockpile.
SLOANE: You're looking at an E.M. Refractor,
used to cloak missiles.
It's being stored on the island of Crete.
Thanks to your father's Middle-Eastern contacts,
we know where to go.
Good work.
You go to Marshall. He'll review the op tech.
- You'll leave in the morning. - Okay.
Sakulos is leaving the bunker.
We've got him on satellite relay, Syd.
SYDNEY: See any guards?
VAUGHN: Hassan says there won't be any.
The building was designed to look abandoned.
The E.M. Refractor is in a secure depot underground.
Copy that.
Go infrared.
It's clear.
Syd, you're clear.
Okay, I'm in.
Where to?
VAUGHN: There's a stairwell on your left.
Go down to the lower level.
It's a dead end.
There is a valve halfway up on the left.
She needs to turn it clockwise.
Syd, turn to your left.
There's a valve. Turn it clockwise.
Copy.
A panel will open. She'll find a keypad behind it.
VAUGHN: You should find a keypad.
What's the code?
The code.
Pi to six digits.
The code is 3 1 4 1 59.
[Beeping]
[Buzzer]
Where do I look?
VAUGHN: Hassan says to look for black shipping cases.
I found the refractor.
[Thud, metal creaking]
Vaughn, I think this is a setup.
[Electricity humming]
Vaughn, what's going on? The room went into lockdown.
What the hell did you just do?
I gave you the wrong code.
Your agent has activated an anti-intruder device.
[Beeping]
[Radio announcer speaking Greek]
HASSAN: In a few seconds...
the room will be filled with gasoline.
Exactly one minute after that, a flame will ignite.
Vaughn, talk to me.
Give me the deactivation code.
Vaughn!
Not until I have an agreement in writing
signed by your superiors
guaranteeing that my family will be allowed entrance
into your witness-protection program.
Give me the code, you son of a bitch, or I'll pull the trigger.
I have no doubt that's true.
- Start typing. - Me?
[Coughing]
[Typing rapidly]
You misspelled "Ineni."
Shut up.
- Sorry, Mr. Devlin. - What are you doing?
If I don't get your signature on a protection order
for Ineni Hassan's family in the next 40 seconds,
Sydney Bristow will die.
[Coughing]
Come on. Come on.
Give me the code.
766153.
The code is 766153.
[Beeping]
[Buzzer]
Vaughn, thank you.
[Buzzer]
[Gun cocks]
Don't shoot. The room is full of gasoline.
[Coughing]
What the hell are you doing?
[Electricity crackles, knife clatters]
[Electricity crackling]
[Screams]
You're amazing.
I am not amazing.
You did a great job.
You sure you're ready to meet with Devlin?
Yeah.
Okay.
A taxi will pick you up at 3:00.
Northwest corner of Westwood and Wilshire.
They'll get you into the agency through the underground garage.
Okay.
You sure you're all right?
[Door opens]
It's a big meeting.
I know. I don't get it.
This is CIA Director Devlin, Deputy Director Tucker,
Executive Director Gerstner,
and these are Senior Officers Haley, Stafford, and Collum.
I knew weeks ago that my file had been pulled
and that you were suspicious of my activities 25 years ago
regarding the KGB.
When I learned you had scheduled a meeting with Mr. Devlin
regarding my history...
I knew that it was time.
Let me say in advance
I'm sorry to make this such a public display,
but I felt it was important to do this in front of these people
because they already know the truth
and because I didn't think that you would believe me otherwise.
Those Cyrillic codes you found in those books...
Yes, they were orders from the KGB.
And, yes, they were orders to kill.
An agent received those orders and carried them out.
Murdered officers of the CIA.
Including your father, Mr. Vaughn.
All this is true.
But, Sydney, I was not that agent.
Your mother was.