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.
what are you doing?
What did you tell that reporter?
I told him exactly what I was supposed to tell him!
Did you mention...
Of course not!
Did you tell him about...
No, no, no!
Who killed Eloise Kurtz? Who killed Daniel Hecht?
Whoever did that gave Eloise Kurtz that pin.
It's on.
What do you mean, like, right now? - Yes!
You have questions about Kate Jones.
How far are you willing to go, Mr. Tippin?
I need to hear the words.
It's an anomaly, sir.
While Sydney was in the bank vault, there was definitely an additional transmission out of Geneva.
You've been sent to SD-6 to find a mole.
And I look at Sydney Bristow's test results -- I don't see a single spike. She didn't falter once.
Sydney Bristow is the mole.
Yeah.
We got her.
We've known for some time that we had a mole,
that someone was working against us.
When you were in Geneva with Agent Bristow,
we picked up a transmission.
A third party.
It confirmed what some in security section thought for weeks --
that Agent Bristow was that mole.
When you were in the field with Bristow,
- there was no indication? - Nothing.
Hmm.
Well, we need to determine the extent of damange done to us.
What can I do?
You have to convince Bristow that we believe the two of you were working together
and that if she doesn't reveal to us the work that she's done against us,
we'll torture you... to death.
Are you sure that will work?
Threat to colleague is a fundamental interrogation technique.
Sydney in particular...
Yes. I think that she will respond.
Mr. Rusik,
you understand that we need to make it appear that you were questioned.
- They think I'm part of this... - What do you mean?
Don't play games with me! You know what I'm talking about.
A transmission was sent from our position in Geneva.
At the bank.
They know it was one of us.
They want to know how much damage has been done to them.
There's only one person in this room that can answer that question, Sydney.
I don't know who you're working for,
but I need you to tell them what you know.
They said they're going to kill me, Sydney...
slowly.
Do you believe them?
They're not bluffing.
Do you believe them?
Yes.
Has Sydney Bristow moved her desk?
Nah. Security section cleared it out about an hour ago.
Get on your knees! Put your heads down on the floor! NOW!
Sloane wants to know if you're ready to talk to him.
No. Tell him I have nothing to say.
Steven, what's going on?
Talk to me.
- What do you know? - What do I know?
- Have you talked to Sloane? - I came to you first.
- You should talk to Sloane. - Steven, please--
- Jack, just do me a favor-- - I need you to tell me what's happening!
You didn't hear this from me.
While Sydney and Rusik were in Geneva,
a transmission was recorded from her location
and it was not one of ours.
You think it was Sydney?
This is not the first indication that she...
might be working for someone else.
What exactly do they know?
Jack, I'm sorry.
My name is Sydney Bristow.
I've seen you in the office.
I always wondered what you did.
Aah!
I guess this is what you do...
Sir, I-I think you should see this.
All I'm saying is, maybe you and I should talk before we get started...
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 1x10 Spirit
Original Air Date : December 16, 2001
Change of plans.
For the past few weeks, you've been under suspicion.
We knew we had a mole
and there were signs that indicated that it was you.
And then when you were in Geneva, we picked up a third-party transmission
and it seemed to confirm that you betrayed SD-6.
And what I just learned is that it wasn't your transmission.
It was Rusik's.
Rusik...
What is this? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
I want to talk to Sloane! I want to TALK TO SLOANE!
No, no, no!
NOOOOOOOO!
Sydney...
I never believed that you would betray us,
and when I realized that it was Rusik who was the mole...
I felt vindicated.
- That's impossible. - I know.
You're telling me that in Geneva, Rusik was transmitting to K-Directorate
at the exact same time you were transmitting to the C.I.A.?
And that SD-6 picked up his transmission and not mine.
You should know that the C.I.A. has no record of contact between him and Russian intelligence.
In the cell, when Rusik was trying to get me to talk,
I asked him questions about his interrogation.
When he told me that they threatened to kill him, he was blinking at erratic intervals --
a classic indication that he was lying.
So, I didn't talk only because I knew he wasn't in any real danger.
Either Sloane still thinks I'm the mole and is using me somehow...
No. If Sloane still suspected you, he wouldn't run the risk of letting you go free.
Or two, Rusik actually is K-Directorate.
- Or three... - Rusik was a sacrificial lamb.
That he was innocent, was set up to get me out.
At first I thought maybe it was the C.I.A.
No, it wasn't.
The truth is, Rusik could very well have been working for the K-Directorate
so let's just assume for the moment that you're the luckiest girl in town.
Sorry that I called you on the weekend. It's just that I needed to talk to you.
You don't ever have to apologize for calling me.
- Speaking of which, I got you something. - What?
- No, you didn't. - I don't know. I was in this store,
you know, um... this little antique place.
What were you doing in an antique store?
I don't know. Whatever. Um,
look, if you don't like it just... don't tell me.
Okay.
- Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.
- Is "harn" a word? - It's crazy, Will.
- Time's up, time's up! - Hold on, hold on.
- Stop, stop! - Will!
- Okay, okay. - Who's going to go first?
- Okay, Amy? - No. Will?
Okay. "Numpce."
Numpce? That's not a word. I challenge.
I think numpce is a word.
- Numpce is totally a word. - So not a word.
I can't believe you're even questioning this.
- Here it is. "Numpce"-- - Thank you.
"A fool; a blockhead."
All right, your brother's so annoying.
- I got "numpce," too. - What? Dammit!
- Dammit! - Dude!
I got to go to work. I'm sorry.
Okay, this is ridiculous.
Can we all have a talk about what you do for a living?
I know. There are these bankruptcies...
Okay, you know what? It doesn't even make sense anymore.
No one works as hard as you do. It's not like you're a brain surgeon,
getting a call in the middle of the night to save a life.
I mean, there are bankruptcies.
How much are they paying you to live like this?
Not enough.
I'm going to actually call them and quit for you right now.
Will, I can't quit my job.
Why? Why? Because, like, you just have to be, like, the greatest banker?
Will, it's my job. I want to do it well.
Okay, congratulations, me too. But at what cost?
Syd, I think... I think you're acting like a numpce.
Look, to you, my job might seem pointless and stupid
but it's not. It's far from pointless and if you knew what I delt with every day,
you might even thank me for doing my job so well!
What the hell are you talking about?
Nothing. I'm going to work.
I'll see you guys.
Anini Hassan is a wanted man.
He's been selling arms to K-Directorate and is now, we believe,
looking to partner up with one of a number of rogue nations.
This is the last documented photograph of Hassan, taken almost a month ago in Madrid.
Since then, we've put a lot of manpower into finding him. We've come up with nothing.
Last week, thanks to Agent Bristow, we were able to seize a majority fo Mr. Hassan's assets.
We were hoping that would help us to smoke him out. We think it has.
Sig int picked up a burst of communications originating from this private island.
What's there?
Private resort. More hideout than hideaway.
It's a fugitive's paradise -- extradition's notoriously lax.
This entire place is heavily secure, but anyone can buy entry for a price.
You think Hassan's there?
No, it's not likely. But he gave us a lead.
Severin Driscoll.
Former resident of the U.K., master forger, military advisor.
And now self-employed.
Semba Island has been his home over the past twelve years.
You think Driscoll made Hassan new identity papers?
It's our best bet. You go in as Victoria King, daughter of industrialist Martin King.
Your assignment is to locate Driscoll
and ascertain the new identity of Anini Hassan.
Sydney. I heard about what happened.
Are you all right?
I'm fine.
Rusik.
It was a shock.
You didn't--
What?
Have anything to do with that?
What? Do you mean did I engineer it somehow?
No, Sydney, of course not.
He was killed.
Rusik. Last night.
In Kenya, if you do find Driscoll, and Hassan's new identity,
- if he has one-- - I'll keep it away from SD-6 and give it to you.
- Hear that? - What?
That pitch.
Definitely nine-millimeter.
That was a close-range hit.
Twice in the chest. Once in the head.
Yeah. That's exactly how Eloise Kurtz was killed.
Whoever sent me this tape wanted me to hear her getting killed.
Why in the hell would he want that?
You don't know if it's a he.
You hear that?
That delay before the last one?
That's the one in the head.
- Can we isolate that? - Yeah, I can definitely improve on it.
See, this tape was made from that pin I gave you. It was from the bug.
So, whoever paid that girl to say she was Kate Jones
is the same person who gave her the pin, who is the same person who sent you the tape.
No, not necessarily. Someone else could have given her the pin,
or replaced the one she had with a bug, and even if that was the same person,
this thing was on a wireless transmitter so someone else could have made this tape.
Hey, hey, we're getting somewhere.
Why would someone send the fake Kate Jones and want me to hear this?
Wait, wait, shh.
- What was that? - Hold on.
Did you tell him about SD-6? About SD-6?!
"SD-6."
"SD-6"? Play that back.
Did you tell him about SD-6??
What the-- what the hell is SD-6?
Hey.
I'm sorry that I was, like, snippy with you about my job.
Oh, you know, it's your job. You're allowed to be.
I was a jerk. I'm sorry I was a jerk.
You don't have to apologize to me. I was just--
I've just seen you working so hard lately, so I...
Yeah, I know. That's why I'm here.
I was talking to Francie and I need to do something that isn't job-related.
So maybe the four of us could go to Lake Arrowhead or something for a few days next week.
- I mean, I've got a trip tonight-- - Of course you do.
But I'm off all next week.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm in.
You're not here alone, are you?
Hey.
- Hi, Jenny. - Hi.
Do you, uh, do you want to come in?
No, thanks. I'm going to go.
Okay! It was good to see you though!
- You, too. Bye. - Bye.
Hmm.
May I help you?
I'm Victoria King. You're expecting me.
Welcome to Semba Island, Ms. King. Let me check on your suite. One moment please.
Okay, um, this place you're going to is swank.
I mean, it's, like, super-swank.
Which is why I made you these puppies.
Now, not only do they take pictures silently and have a telephoto lens, but...
They're super-swank.
- Oh, excuse me. - I'm sorry.
Ms. King, your suite is ready. Enjoy your stay.
I'll try.
I'm very sorry about the music.
Excuse me?
When I drink too much, I play my music too loudly.
Last night, I drank too much.
I didn't hear any music last night.
That's impossible!
You are the man from suite forty-seven?
No, I wish I were.
Severin Driscoll.
Victoria King.
You look so familiar. Where are you staying?
I'm a resident here. Suite three-fifty.
You, um, have... a standing invitation.
I'm so embarrassed.
I like loud music.
I'll see you around.
Mr. Stoller!
Hi. Hi. I'm Will Tippin, I left you a message?
- Yeah. - How you doing?
I'm a reporter and I'm doing research on something called SD-6.
And I did a search for it, it came up with one match.
It was a deposition from a case that you had tried,
The People vs. David McNeil.
Yeah. David McNeil's an old friend of mine.
Great. Do you recall a reference to SD-6?
No, I'm sorry. I don't. Discovery lasted years.
Well, you know, I'm really trying to figure out what exactly SD-6 is.
Do you think maybe Mr. McNeil was a part of it?
David McNeil is a regular guy. A computer programmer.
He started a business that people wanted to buy.
One company in particular wouldn't take no for an answer and when David said no,
that same day, the government started an investigation.
He was charged with larceny after trust and eventually was sentenced to sixteen years.
If he's such an innocent, why'd he plea bargain?
His wife killed herself.
His daughter -- my goddaughter -- now lives with my wife and I.
David wantd to be sure nothing happened to her.
So you think Mrs. McNeil was murdered?
Cell phone, right? Obviously a cell phone. But observe.
This unscrambles any standard jeri-code key card system,
which is what they use on Semba Island.
Who the hell are you?
Where the HELL is Severin? He was supposed to meet me here twenty minutes ago!
You are pointing that gun at me! Put that down!!
- Who are you? - Who am I?!
Well, look at me closely.
You don't know this face? You don't know who I am?
No.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry you had to see that.
Anini Hassan doesn't just have a new name;
he has a new face, and is living in Havana.
He's now using the alias Nebseni Sahd,
and as you know, he broke an agreement with SD-6.
He has stolen from us. The whole community is watching.
We need to set an example with Hassan.
Any intel about where in Havana he might be?
No, we don't know. That's why I'm sending you to Cuba.
I need you to rendezvous with the usual contacts.
Locate Hassan and take care of it.
Thank you.
I heard about Rusik. And now with Hassan...
I understand it's been a difficult week.
One night...
God, this is years ago...
maybe two years before you and I met,
I'd just finished my first far east briefing at the White House.
I was new to the C.I.A.
After the meting, everyone got into a limousine to head back to Langley
but I didn't.
I told them I was going to walk for a while.
They all looke at me sort of funny. I mean, it was a cold night
so I said I needed to get some air,
but the truth is...
I was overcome.
It had occurred to me, as I was walking down the White House steps that
I was living in a perfect moment.
Everything was filled with promise.
My role at the C.I.A.,
my relationship with a wife that I had not yet met.
Still, I could feel a darkness coming
so I wandered around for a while.
Ended up at the Jefferson Memorial.
It's always my favorite one.
Looked out across the basin.
Lincoln right there.
I didn't know how it would finally materialize --
the darkness.
I had nothing to base it on.
It wasn't as if the C.I.A. had just betrayed me,
that my wife had just been diagnosed with lymphoma.
None of that had happened yet.
So, whenever life takes an unfortunate turn,
as it has this week,
I just remind myself
that I could see it coming all along.
I want Hassan...
dead.
Before the weekend.
Hassan's new identity if Nebseni Sahd
and uh, this is his passport number.
I got back to Los Angeles and met with Sloane.
I told him that Kenya was a failure, that I was unable to find out Hassan's new identity.
Sloane found out last night, that Hassan... or whatever his name is now... is in Cuba.
Sloane sent your father to Cuba to kill Hassan.
After your father mete with Sloane, he met with me.
I'm leaving for Cuba in thirty minutes. What's the countermission?
Sloane might want Hassan dead, but the C.I.A. needs him alive.
We need his client list.
It'll tell us what weapons he sold. Who's got them. It's invaluable.
Mr. Vaughn, I don't need a lesson in the international arms trade.
Fine. Go to Cuba, use your contacts, get to Hassan.
But instead of taking him out, you'll tell him the truth.
That SD-6 sent you to kill him.
You'll then convince him that you're turning on SD-6, that you're planning on leaving them,
and that you're willing to fake his death in exchange for his client list.
You're making a huge mistake.
Am I?
Trusting a man like Hassan.
There will be a C.I.A. team waiting there where his death is to be faked.
Hassan will never be a free man again.
And that's all that happened?
That's it.
Your father's getting Hassan for the C.I.A.
What?
Nothing. I got to go, I've got friends coming.
Francie, right?
Yeah, and Will.
Will.
- I'll see you. - Okay.
Hassan will never be a free man again.
I'll make contact by six pm tomorrow.
I got a copy of Rusik's transmission.
The one SD-6 intercepted.
I also went through the C.I.A. logs and compared the two.
They don't match.
You fixed the transmission. Made it look like it was Rusik
by altering the signal's point of origin and changing the message contact.
Whoever the hell you think you are
-- checking up on me, pulling my file, second-guessing my choices --
let's just both face the facts.
You're not that person.
Neither your experience, nor your intelligence
has earned you the right to question a thing that I do.
Now, I'm going to make two suggestions.
One, that you stop it. And two,
that the next time they assign you to be my handler, you kindly decline.
- Rusik never transmitted a thing, did he? - Of course he didn't.
If you got the SD-6 transmission, why the hell are you asking me?
I never got the SD-6 transmission.
It was just a hunch.
I'd just learned that my daughter was about to be tortured, Mr. Vaughn.
Most likely, executed.
I had no time to go for help.
Some of the monitors went out int he op tech room. I want you to check every connection.
NOW!
I knew that altering the transmission was a dangerous gamble.
They could have detected a disruption, but it was all I could do.
And now, you can judge what I've done.
I don't give a damn what you do.
Syd?
Thank you!
Still got the shoes on?
- Yeah, have you ever worn snowhoes before? - Nuh uh.
Oh, you gotta get with the program. There's, like, an artform to this.
What's that?
Oh, nothing. That's... some guy at work gave it to me.
Oh, yeah? Not Dixon.
No, he's still recovering. Just... some other guy.
- Some guy? Do I know him? - No, he's no one.
Really?
He's just... some guy. That's nice. That's nice.
No, that he, you know, that he... that he gave you that.
I don't know. It was weird.
- Why? How come? - I don't know.
- Maybe he likes you. - No!
- Maybe he does. - No, he doesn't like me.
- If he knows you, Syd, chances are he likes you. - He doesn't like me the way Jenny likes you.
The way Jenny? Oh, come on.
She looked nice in your shirt, by the way.
- It's a nice shirt. - Nice and snug.
- Okay, easy with the cheap shots. - I'm sorry, it was very flattering.
- Whatever. I was just saying that I think that-- - WILL!
Okay! Iron Chef in there needs me.
So, this guy gave her a Christmas present in there.
You know, some guy from the office. Some guy.
So?
You didn't know about it?
Know what? What's to know?
I did hear about you, though.
About what?
About you and the cheerleader.
Okay, first of all, she's not a cheerleader anymore
- and second, the relationship doesn't mean anything. - Mmm-hmm.
I found this old picture. Me and my father. I was just staring at it
and for some reason,
- I remember asking him about Santa Claus. - Santa Claus.
Yeah. If he was real. If Santa Claus was real.
My father would answer me in this...
flat, factual way.
"Yes, of course he's real." Every time I asked. The thing is, I knew he was lying.
That's why I'd ask him again.
When I questioned him about Rusik, he was the same way.
I wanted to believe him,
but looking at that stupid picture, I realized Rusik wasn't K-Directorate.
- He wan't the guilty one. I was. - Sydney--
Rusik did nothing wrong.
But because of what my father did, he was killed.
Rusik wasn't such an innocent.
You want to know about Rusik? He was an early member of SD-6.
He knew he was working for the bad guys.
He was the leader of at least a dozen operations that stole weapons and chemicals and intel
and sold them to the enemies of the United States for cash to fund more SD-6 operations.
Just like the one that killed your fiance.
He got what he deserved!
If you know so much about Rusik, then you knew he wasn't K-Directorate.
It seems he was sacrificed, yes.
Well, see, that's not a choice my dad can just make!
What would you have done,
if it had been your daughter?
Or son? ...Or Danny?
Listen, there's something else.
In Cuba, your father made contact with an old informant.
A Havana insider who set up the meeting between your father and Hassan's men.
What happened?
Sydney... Hassan has your father.
What's being done?
We have a team in place in Havana,
but Devlin doesn't want to move yet.
He says sending a C.I.A. team to scour the countryside will only attract the kind of attention we cant afford.
You said you understood what my father did for me.
That he couldn't just wait and do nothing.
Then you'll understand that I'm going to need your help to get to Cuba.
Lompoc Federal Penitentiary
Hi. I'm Will Tippin.
David McNeil.
Thank you for meeting with me. Do you mind if I...?
- No, that's all right. - Great.
So, in the letter you sent, you weren't real specific.
You're doing an article on encryption software?
Yeah, um...
no. Not really.
I mean, I think that's an interesting topic. It's timely and, you know, we can't do that.
So why are we sitting here?
I'm researching something.
It's called SD-6.
I don't have anything to say about that.
Why don't you just tell me what you know?
- I mean, just-- - I don't know anything.
Why don't you tell me what you suspect?
I don't suspect anything.
I met with Robert Stoller.
He told me about your wife.
Listen to me.
Stay away from him! Do you understand?
Don't talk to him again!
My men, they told me that you have contacted them. How?
I knew how to ask and who to ask for,
Nebseni Sahd. That's your new name.
I know it. SD-6 knows it.
SD-6 is your employer?
Yes.
They will learn what happens when they send someone after me.
Wait... I have an offer to make. That's why I'm here...
You think SD-6 ripped you off, so you stole from them and you disappeared.
Now they've stolen a good deal of your money and they want you dead.
SD-6 will never kill me.
You're too smart to bleieve that.
Think about Isaac Lochan or Ulee Shroeder.
They will find you.
They have a photograph of you from Semba Island.
How?
That's the same question you'll be asking yourself the moment before they kill you.
What's your offer?
You have something of value to me.
Your client list.
I want it. Not for SD-6. For me.
For my own personal use.
You give me your client list and I'll give you your freedom.
How?
We'll fake your death, you and I, together.
And I'll return to SD-6 and show them the photographs.
They'll think you're no longer a problem.
You'll be free.
How do I know that you are not setting me up
and how do I know that if I give you my list that I worked decades to assemble,
you're not simply going to shoot me anyway?
Because you can trust me.
Think about it. I'm the one who contacted your men.
If I really wanted to kill you, all I'd have to do is wait. Keep my mouth shut.
You didn't know that you'd been ID'd with your new face.
You would've walked into town. I could've popped you in the head like a deer.
If you say yes to this, we both win -- big.
If you say no, we both die. It's your call.
Gracias.
Interesting!
What?
Well... I think you make a good offer,
but I still don't know if I can trust you completely. So,
prove to me that you are willing to go against SD-6.
Anything.
You say you came alone?
Yes.
Well then, there is someone else here...
Someone who works for SD-6.
Here.
Kill her.
Aim the gun at this woman if you are who you say you are,
and kill her.