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 fiance.
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've 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.
Mr. Tippin?
I'm Kate Jones.
Danny and I were having an affair.
I knew that he had been seeing someone, but I wasn't really thinking so much about her.
Here's what doesn't make any sense.
I did a trace on it. So, I got your social security number.
Kate Jones...
you DIED in 1973.
I have to go.
WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?
Oh, no.
That leak! The glitch! There's a worm! There's a hacker in our network!
They're downloading all the files off the server!
Got to cut the hard line!
Hello, Allan. We need to meet.
I think we have a mole.
Parkishoff was assassinated by Martin Shephard.
Shephard checked himself into a mental institution in southern Romania.
And we want you to get close enough to Shephard, and get him to tell you where Parkishoff is buried.
Agent Fisher will be your support on this one. His alias is Dr. Carlos Fontanetta.
Fisher?
HEY!
Jack, I thought you should know Sydney and Fisher missed their scheduled contact.
What are you thinking?
Worst case is they're not alone in there.
Maybe someone posing as a patient, or a doctor.
Come on, Jack. Sydney's a smart kid,
we've seen her through worse than this.
Maybe not.
But, I believe in her.
I believe in her as if she were my own daughter.
That's nice to hear.
When's her next scheduled contact?
Ten hours.
Then we'll know how hot the water is.
Let us not waste time. I know that you work for SD-6,
I know that you are here to find out where Martin Shepard buried Perkashov.
That you need Perkashov's DNA to read FTL code.
What I do not know is whether you have succeeded.
Since we're not playing games,
which is refreshing,
I'd like to know who's asking.
My affiliation is unimportant.
You have until the machine charges.
Answer my question.
Wait, this can't be the best version of this conversation!
Look, Shepard didn't talk! I don't know where Perkashov is buried!
Wait, I'm telling you, I don't know anything! Wait!
Ah, Mr. Bristow,
your usual table is waiting for you, sir.
Thank you, Joey.
Mr. Bristow, I'm sorry about the--
Who are you?
Uh, I'm CIA operations officer Vaughn. I'm Sydney's handler.
I cleared this meeting with Devlin.
Cretchmer walked me through your S.O.P., we're safe.
Are Sydney and I switching handlers, or is this a special occasion?
No. We have a problem.
Fisher hasn't made contact. I know.
No, we believe K-Directorate had an agent waiting in the hospital.
SD-6 doesn't have confirmation of that.
C.I.A. does. We have an extraction team waiting on the ready line out of Serbia.
I want to pull Sydney out of there.
I was hoping that maybe we could coordinate this together.
Mr. Vaughn, you're young
and you're eager, and I understand that. But one thing you're not,
and this is something only time can provide, really... is wise.
You don't think this is the right move.
Listen carefully, Mr. Vaughn.
Even with a minimal extraction team, you can't guarantee containment.
And if Sloane finds out, Sydney's dead anyway.
Retire her early. Pull her out of service!
And in the process, expose her operations at SD-6.
- Sydney's life is worth the risk! - Not to Sydney!
Taking them down is what gets her up in the morning.
Or... did you think it was those meetings she has with you?
Hey! What is your problem with me?
You pulled my file last week, that's my problem, Mr. Vaughn.
Now, did curiousity get the better of you, or were you trying to impress my daughter?
She thinks you were KGB.
But, I'm sure you already knew that.
So, what I'm wondering is what were you doing checking up on me checking up on you?
This meeting is over.
Shepard told her nothing.
She would've talked by now.
Kill her.
You can't torture Shepard for information...
Electroshock won't work.
FTL trained him to forget everything you did.
That's why you're here posing as a shrink.
You're K-Directorate... aren't you?
What makes you think I work with K-Directorate?
Your accent's Georgian. Georgia, former Soviet Union -- their main recruiting ground.
Shepard thinks I'm a patient. He's more likely to tust me than you.
Except he has already attacked you.
Which I could use to seal his transference by bringing his guilt to the surface and then forgiving him.
I suppose you'd like your life in return.
If you'll get Shepard to recall the location of Perkashov,
you might just live out your life in a Chechnyan internment camp.
You have until lockdown tonight.
Stay away from me...
I'm here to help you.
I don't want your help. I'm not open to your help.
I think I know what's happening to you.
I'm sure you do, because you're one of them.
You know the words that are going on in my head!
I know I've seen you somewhere before...
- I've seen you before... - No, you haven't.
I thought I was safe here. I thought I was safe here.
- I thought I was safe here. - What I'm about to say to you is the truth,
so you got to listen to me.
They're going to kill us both if we don't help each other to get out of here.
Then you've got a real problem,
because I'm not leaving here.
I would rather die
than leave the way I am now.
Jennifer Garner (as Sydney Bristow)
Ron Rifkin (as Arvin Sloane)
Michael Vartan (as Michael Vaughn)
Bradley Cooper (as Will Tippin)
Merrin Dungey (as Francie Calfo)
Carl Lumbly (as Marcus Dixon)
Kevin Weisman (as Marshall J. Flinkman)
Victor Garber (as Jack Bristow)
ALIAS 1x07 Color-Blind
Original Air Date : November 25, 2001
Do you have the chart Dr. Kreshnik asked for?
Yellow sky. Interesting choice.
I told you, stay away from me.
I know that you're starting to remember some things,
and I know you think that I had something to do with them, but I didn't.
Piss off.
You can't see colors, can you?
Who are you?
If you're not one of the people that did this to me, then how do you know that?
I'll tell you what you need to know,
but first you have to help me.
I was sent here to get some information from you, but I don't even care about that anymore.
All I care about is that the main exit door has a duel-key lock.
That means it takes two people using two keys at the same time to open the door.
I told you, I'm not leaving here.
No, please believe me.
There are other people here who want to find out what's in your head, and when they don't, they will kill us both.
You want me to believe you, but you don't tell me anything!
I know I've seen you somewhere.
Okay, okay, look...
you were trained. You were programmed to follow orders.
Whose orders?
To do what? To do--
To kill.
No...
The things you're remembering, they're real.
Look, I know it's hard to hear. Listen--
- No... no... no... - You just have to accept that you did these things!
When you're following orders--
When you're following orders, you're trained to see everything in black and white!
To keep you detached from what you have to do!
Look, you're not supposed to remember everything, but you are!
Your training must be short-circuiting.
- Look, what you did-- - Yeah, yeah... stop... stop...
It's so painful to remember that you're seeing in black and white all the time, it's a defense mechanism!
But it's good! It means you're starting to heal! You're starting to get better and better!
STOP IT, PLEASE! GUARD!! Take me to my room...
Take him.
Lockdown!
Tell Dr. Kreshnik
I have the information he needs.
A memo from legal about reporters quoting other reporters.
What's it say?
Cut it out.
- Happy Thanksgiving! - Thanks, Jenny!
Hey, can you scroll back down for a second?
- Did you get the memo? - Can you just show me the damn picture?
All right, jeez.
Her name was Eloise Kurtz.
Local girl. Found shot to death in Echo Park.
Did you know her?
She said her name was Kate Jones, but it was really Eloise Kurtz.
She was my source in the Danny Hecht investigation.
That means she was more than a source, she was involved somehow!
She was trying to tell me something, and now she's dead!
You're not hearing me, Will. I am not saying there is nothing here.
You won't even publish this even though I was investigating one murder, and now thare are two?
I mean, isn't that enough?
The fastest way to be discredited is to author a conspiracy theory without background.
Believe me, I have seen this. You might as well publish your own homepage.
Will you at least just take a look at my notes?
Leave them on my desk when you go.
I'm not telling you to drop this, I'm not being a monster.
I'm telling you to bring it back to me when it's more developed.
Oh, my God.
We are coming to you now, Doctor.
What is that tattoo on your arm? Spitznas Special Forces?
I almost got a tattoo once. I was on the guy's chair--
Take her.
Hurts, doesn't it?
You're right, I don't want to die in here.
How did you get out of your room?
Oh, I've got good at it. I pretended--
I pretended to swallow my tongue, and I lifted the keys.
Hey, look at me.
You can do this.
You think I'd help you get out of here if I thought you'd kill someone?
Unless you're planning on killing me.
Why would I do that?
Sorry.
Get in!
Whoa. Hey, company.
Uh, here. I'm totally a mess in here.
Sorry. Let me just-- I wasn't really expecting anyone!
Want to have a seat?
I got a minor form of scoliosis, so the air ergonimically hugs me.
Oh, you want to stretch out? I can inflate the couch.
I'll stand.
Oh, by the way, I scanned every byte of the computer network.
You'll be happy to know no more virus. That leak is plugged.
Even better news, since it was exporting files at such a low bandwith.
- Only three per cent-- - Marshall,
the virus was a security section drill.
A drill?
Like a test?
You were the only one who caught it, and much faster than anyone anticipated.
So, good work.
Um, I--I--I mean, that leak was transferred over an unsecure net connection.
Isn't that a little risky?
Security section was surveilling it the whole time.
I just wanted to let you know.
Okay, thanks...
- Yes. - Dad? Where's Vaughn?
I had his number forwarded. Are you all right?
I'm at the safe house.
Any trouble finding it?
It only took six hours of driving through the forest in the dark.
Is Shepard with you?
Yes.
Get to Rinas airport in Tirana.
There's a charter flight waiting for you under Kraja Petrol Corp.
The hardest part's over, Sydney. We'll talk when you get back.
Why me?
Why did you ever come talk to me?
- I was looking for a man. - Who?
A man who you killed and buried.
His name was Gareth Perkashov.
That's what I was sent in to find.
The man I killed?
The first time I had the images in my head, it was like
a seizure.
Flashes of people, places.
A street sign.
I thought I was remembering bad dreams because it was in black and white,
but it was so vivid. It was so vivid!
I didn't know how much of it was real.
I found the street.
I heard there had been a murder.
A shopkeeper recognized me.
I was convinced I had to be delusional. I couldn't be a killer. I couldn't be a killer.
Where you found me was as remote a place as I could find to lock myself away in case...
in case I was wrong.
It's not your fault.
I feel like I've been stolen from myself...
I don't know if there was ever a me...
I don't know who...
Please, tell me who you are, Sydney.
- Maybe that will help me to understand-- - How did you know my name?
I don't...
How did you know my name?
The banner.
What... banner?
It said "Happy Birthday, Sydney."
I heard the water running.
I'm... so sorry...
The man you were ordered to kill was my fiance.
His name was Danny.
I told Danny
I'm a spy
because he was the one part of my life I couldn't stand to be a lie.
So when SD-6 found out,
they called in one of their hit men. Someone they'd alreayd enlisted.
They called on you.
I think the man who programmed you is named McCullough.
He's their neuro tech.
McCullough...
yeah,
yeah...
he's in here...
The irony is they never lied to me about what would happen if I told someone.
It was the one thing they said that turned out to be true.
Now I'm a double agent for the C.I.A.
and I will be until SD-6 is gone.
Will...
finding where Perkashov is buried
help you to take down the people that did this to us?
Yes.
I left his body in marshland
on the Louisana/Texas border
off the I-10.
So, what's the deal?
Shepard wote down the location of Perkashov's body.
In exchange, I helped him escape the asylum.
I see. Where is Shepard now?
He committed suicide.
Something went wrong with his programming. He started remembering what he'd done.
Snapped.
When we were crossing over the border into Bulgaria,
he jumped.
Threw himself off of the bridge into Lake Scutari.
There's no way he could have survived.
Well, if by some miracle, he did survive, I'm sure we'll hear about it sooner or later.
I told SD-6 Shepard was dead.
I was going to lie to you about it, too, but the truth is
I can't stand lying to anyone else.
Well, I appreciate that.
I will be honest with you, too. There are people at the Agency who will want him found.
He's as much a victim of SD-6 as I am.
Shepard buried Perkashov's body in a Louisana marshland.
Sloane sent out a forensics team to get a DNA sample.
They should be able to use it to decode the FTL message by tonight.
- We were worried. - Yeah, I know. The C.I.A. hates to lose its assets.
No, I mean, I was worried for you.
In fact, I, uh, I contacted your father.
Just so you know, he, um,
he knows I pulled his file and he suspects you've seen it.
It's... okay.
It's me.
That's what I thought.
looks like our SD-6 computer virus is turning out to be a gold mine.
Good. Maybe we can get head of them for once.
Why don't you go home, get some rest?
Happy Thanksgiving.
Oh, God...
Francie?
Okay, were you ever going to call me back?
- I'm sorry. - I mean, where the hell have you been?
- I left, like, three messages! - I know, my trip was extended...
- You can't just disappear on me like that! - What's burning?
- It's just a little oven fire. - Francie, I just moved in here!
I fricasseed the turkey.
You okay?
I'm glad to be home.
Okay, but the turkey is really burning.
- I mean, it's burning. - Oh, great,
Francie... what'd you do?
- Hey. - Hi.
Uh, Sydney, this is Jenny. She works with me.
- Hi! - Hi.
Thanks for letting me crash your party.
I would have totally brought some wine, but I got carded.
- So, cider. - Cider's perfect, thank you.
Come in.
Wow, you look great.
Is that the sweater I got you for Christmas?
Uh, yeah. That's not why I wore it.
- I'm going to go put that on ice. - Okay.
- She's cute. - Hmm? Yeah. That's the new intern.
She's, uh, her parents are in Europe. So, I felt bad.
- That's Jenny. - Mmm-hmm.
- It's strictly professional. - Really?
- What are you saying? - Hmm? Nothing.
Oooooh...
Happy Thanksgiving!
Are your parents really away?
Jenny!
Um, somebody's always got to bang the glass.
This year, it's me.
I wanted all of you to be here for what I'm about to do,
which is probably going to be one of the most embarrassing moments ever.
This thing's burning a hole in my pocket.
Francie...
you're my last stop. Baby,
- will you marry me? - Ohhh...
yes. Yes, Charlie, I will.
Okay, watch the tongue.
Glad you're taking it slow.
Dad.
This was on your lawn.
It's my neighbor's.
- I'll give it to him. - Oh.
- Do you want to come inside? - Shepard killed Danny.
I'm assuming you know that.
If I hadn't, thank you for breaking it to me so gently.
I'm telling you because I don't want you to think it's my mission in life to keep things from you.
Then why do you?
F.B.I. report signed by the deputy director under Carter,
clearing me of having any involvment with the KGB.
Sydney, you have to understand it was the height of the Cold War.
After they caught Boyce and Lee in '77, everybody was under suspicion.
I suppose, in a way...
your mother's accident was my fault since the F.B.I. was after me.
If I could give her back to you, I would.
Take it.
I don't need to.
You should stay.
Work.
I'm glad your trip went well.
Happy Thanksgiving.
You, too.
We found Perkashov's body and ran a DNA sample through the genetic decoder you obtained last week.
It decoded the FTL communique. Here's the full text.
"Possible location of Rambaldi artifact discovered in Tunisia. Dig proceeding."
Well, now we know where all those FTL agents went off in such a hurry.
So, I'm off to Tunisia.
Actually, no.
We sent an advance team there on a recon mission and by the time they got there, the dig had been evacuated.
FTL must have found what was buried there.
We then traced the shipment out of El Kef to the department of engineering science at Oxford.
FTL has no idea what they've uncovered or else they wouldn't risk sending it to civilians for analysis.
But whatever it is,
some of the best minds in the word are studying it as we speak.
The university is holding a reception for visiting professors tomorrow night.
You're going as a scout for the Marissa Foundation, looking for grant candidates.
Now, Sydney,
keep in mind that FTL is likely to have a large presence there
to make sure that we don't try what we are about to try.
In the interest of fairness, I reread your notes last night.
No, I know. You know what? There wasn't much there anyway.
Well, you just need a lot more shoe leather if you want to go with the story you're looking for.
No, you're right, actually. I think it's better if we drop the whole thing.
No, you've got enough, Will, for an initial piece on why the police are not more curious.
So, you take it from that angle. We go to press on Tuesday.
Well, wait, wait, I'm not, I mean...
wow. Thank you.
Tuesday, though. Is that, like, set?
- Will, are you on dope? - Huh?
Just twenty-four hours ago, you were begging me to publish this.
I know. Here's the thing.
Danny Hecht, the murder that started this whole thing, he is my friend's...
he was my friend's fiance. I just...
after seeing her last night, I'm having second thoughts.
She doesn't know that I was doing the story.
Well, why didn't you tell her? I'd think she'd want someone to investigate it.
I did tell her, a while ago, and
she asked me as a favor to drop it. I just don't want to hurt her, that's all.
Oh, I'm genuinely sorry to hear that, Will,
because this is now a legitimate piece and if you don't want it, I will give it to somebody else.
Don't chicken out on me now.
Whatever the Rambaldi artifact turns out to be, the C.I.A. wants photographs of it.
You'll do it in your hotel room, we'll plant a submini camera in the Bible.
There's one more thing.
One of our Romanian assets spotted Ana Espinosa leaving the psychiatric hospital after you escaped.
Be careful. She's on this.
Oh, how was your Thanksgiving?
Good.
My friend got engaged.
What's her name?
Francie.
- How was yours? - Uh, typical.
Spent it with my mom.
What about -- is it Alice?
Yeah. We broke up.
Blue Skies Again. I Owe You.
Security section has made us aware of the concern that you may have a mole in your department.
It would appear so.
There are some in the alliance who believe you may have more than one.
Well, if that's true, McCullough will draw them out.
- It is our intention to make an example of them. - I know.
I'm taking care of it.