Alias

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Alias (2001–2006) was an American television show, airing on ABC, created by J.J. Abrams, about Sydney Bristow, an international spy recruited out of college and trained for espionage and self-defense.

Season 1	Season 2	Season 3	Season 4	Season 5
Truth Be Told	Enemy Walks In	The Two	Authorized (1)	Prophet Five
So It Begins	Trust Me	Succession	Authorized (2)	...1...
Parity	Cipher	Reunion	Awful Truth	The Shed
Broken Heart	Dead Drop	A Missing Link	Ice	Mockingbird
Doppelgänger	Indicator	Repercussions	Liberty Village	Out of the Box
Reckoning	Salvation	The Nemesis	Nocturne	Solo
Color-Blind	Counteragent	Prelude	Détente	Fait Accompli
Time Will Tell	Passage (1)	Breaking Point	Echoes	Bob
Mea Culpa	Passage (2)	Conscious	Man Of His Word	The Horizon
Spirit	Abduction	Remnants	The Index	S.O.S.
Confession	Higher Echelon	Full Disclosure	The Road Home	Maternal Instinct
The Box (1)	Getaway	Crossings	The Orphan	Only One Sydney
The Box (2)	Phase One	After Six	Tuesday	30 Seconds
The Coup	Double Agent	Blowback	Nightingale	Dead People
Page 47	Free Agent	Facade	Pandora	No Hard Feelings
Prophecy	Firebomb	Taken	Another Mr.Sloane	Reprisal
Q & A	Dark Turn	The Frame	Clean Conscience	All the Time
Masquerade	Truth Takes Time	Unveiled	Mirage
Snowman	Endgame	Hourglass	In Dreams
Solution	Countdown	Blood Ties	The Descent
Rendezvous	Second Double	Legacy	Search & Rescue
Almost 30 Years	Telling	Resurrection	Before the Flood
Unknown episode		Major Cast		External links
Guest stars		See also		External links

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Season 1

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Truth Be Told

Suit & Glasses: Who are you working for? I'll not ask you again.

Sydney: Okay. Get a pen. Write this down. E M E T I B. You got that?

Suit & Glasses: Yes.

Sydney: Okay. Now reverse it. I've got bad news for you, man. I'm your worst enemy. I've got nothing to lose.

Suit & Glasses: That's not exactly true. You have teeth. Okay. Let's try one more time. Who do you work for?

Sydney: Augh... Augh.. I just want to say... start with the teeth in the back. If you don't mind.

Danny: I'm calling because I'm planning on asking Sydney to marry me and... I was hoping to get your approval.

Jack: Danny, let me ask you a question.

Danny: Sure.

Jack: How well do you know my daughter?

Danny: Um, we've been dating for two years...

Jack: Because if you feel the need to ask me about this scenario, I have a sense you don't know Sydney at all.

Danny: Sir, I love your daughter and I want to marry her. That's why I'm calling.

Jack: First of all, Danny, the truth is this is just a courtesy call. Like when you say to your neighbor, "We're having a loud party on Saturday night if that's all right with you." What you really mean is, "We're having a loud party on Saturday night."

Danny: Mr. Bristow,...

Jack: Sydney doesn't give a damn what my opinion is. What interests me is that you do.

Danny: It's just a custom to call the father, that's all this is...

Jack: Well, then, I'll tell you what. I may become your father-in-law, that's just fine. But I will not be used as part of a charming little anecdote you tell your friends at cocktail parties so they can see what a quaint, old-fashioned guy Danny really is. Are we clear?

Danny: Yes, sir...

Jack: Good. Then welcome to the family.

Sydney: [After Danny has been murdered] What did you do?

Sloane: I might ask you the same question. Security section became aware of the breach and performed their function. You're familiar with the codes of conduct, Agent Bristow. You knew these codes apply to you, even if you put to risk the lives of every man and woman working in the agency.

Sydney: Danny wasn't a risk... he was... he was just a man. He was... he was a doctor, he was just...

Sloane: You listen to me. Information about this agency must be treated like a virus. There is only one response to a virus, and that response is containment. You put us in a compromised situation, and even though I despise the countermeasure, we have...

Sydney: Stop saying "we." Stop talking about the agency. You killed the man I love!

Sloane: No, Agent Bristow. You did.

Sydney: [To Jack Bristow] Who are you to come to me and act like a father? If you want to help me, stay away from me.

Dixon: If there's one rule you don't break, that's the rule you don't break.

Vaughn: They're reviewing your statement. You wrote a lot.

Sydney: I know.

Vaughn: I mean, it's like Tolstoy long. Devlin says it could take weeks to verify. But I know we could use another double agent in SD-6.

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So It Begins

Sydney: You said you wanted to talk about the plan. I'm giving you the plan.

Vaughn: It's not your job to give me the plan. I'm giving you the plan. Tomorrow's your first day back at SD-6. Now, nothing should change. When you get your assignment, you'll detail your mission on a paper bag. [picks one up, showing her] Bag. Then you'll call this number. Memorize it. After three tones, press the appropriate digit -- one through six. Each corresponds to a trash can in a specific location. Now we'll review your information, create a countermission, and we'll contact you posing as a wrong number: Joey's Pizza. Any questions so far?

Sydney: Yeah. Can you show me what a bag looks like again?

Weiss: Your girlfriend's name is Alice.

Vaughn: Shut up.

Weiss: Hey, just checking.

Weiss: Balls of steel. That's what I'm going to call you from now on. Hey, have you met Balls of Steel?

Sydney: Forgive me for being forthright, or female, but this is the way it's going to be.

Marshall: [On the phone] Cut the blue-white wire!

Sydney: Okay, cutting the blue-white wire!

Marshall: Oh, hold the phone!

Sydney: DON'T TELL ME TO HOLD THE PHONE! I'M SITTING ON A TICKING NUCLEAR BOMB!

Vaughn: This is not about cutting off an arm of the monster. It's about killing the monster.

Sydney: Since I've known the truth about you, I've asked myself questions. Thousands of questions. But this one I have to ask you now. When Danny was killed... Dad... did you know? Did you know that's what they were going to do?

Jack: Yes. [Sydney slaps him.]

Sydney: Don't you ever speak to me again.

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Parity

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.

Sydney: You'll need some collateral. I don't think you've got any.

Will: Well, have you seen my aqua blue Chevy?

Sydney: You mean, with the hula girl on the dash? Yes, sadly, we've seen that.

Sydney: I don't want it to be like that anymore, I'm just sick of it. I mean, I always had this feeling that maybe someday, I don't know, my dad and I would connect. That things could start to get better.

Francie: Well, you know my opinion of your dad.

Sydney: I know.

Francie: But listen. 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.

Sydney: See you when I get back.

Vaughn: No, actually, you won't. Uh, I'm being replaced by a senior officer. It seems I wasn't experienced enough to be your handler.

Sydney: 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.

Lambert: I-I just love your spirit.

Sydney: That's heartening. Are we done here?

...

Lambert: I hate to pull rank, but time is a factor here.

Sydney: 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.

...

Sydney: Tell Devlin if Agent Vaughn isn't on the other end of this earpiece when I turn it on, the C.I.A. gets nothing.

Lambert: Vaughn is a junior officer.

Sydney: Then promote him.

Anna Espinosa: I heard about your fiancé. Very sad. I thought perhaps it was a security execution sanctioned by your employer. Maybe you said something in your sleep you shouldn't have. But then why would you be here in service for the men that killed your true love?

Sloane: Marshall couldn't open the lock box.

Marshall: Uh, in my defense, it was rigged with a brand-new tech, an internal device that will destroy anything inside if opened without the key--

Sloane: Marshall, would you please go back to work?

Marshall: Just to clarify, I'm not being fired?

Sloane: 'Back to work' means not fired.

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A Broken Heart

Sydney: I'm sorry to call you. I just didn't know who else to call. My father and I were supposed to have dinner tonight for the first time since I was a kid. I can't even remember the last time. He just didn't show. He said he had work. He didn't have work.

Vaughn: Sydney...

Sydney: I feel like I'm losing my mind, like I don't even know who I am anymore, or what I'm doing, or why I'm doing it.

Vaughn: You just threw your beeper in the Pacific.

Sydney: I know.

Vaughn: When you first walked into my office with that stupid Bozo hair, I thought you were crazy. I thought you might actually be a crazy person. But I watched you, and I read your statement, and I've seen... I've seen how you think, I've seen how you work, I've seen how you are in this job. In this job, you see darkness. You see the worst in people and though the jobs are different and the missions change, and the enemies have a thousand names, the one crucial thing, the one real responsibility you have is to not let your rage, and your resentment, and your disgust, darken you. When you're at your absolute lowest, at your most depressed, just remember that you can always... you know. You got my number.

Francie: Well, you know my opinion of your dad.

Sydney: I know.

Francie: He has a law review in an hour.

Sydney: You want to follow him.

Francie: So much, I cannot even tell you.

Will Tippin: [on the phone] H-E-C-H-T. You're certain? Okay. Thank you. I promise, I won't call again. [hangs up] Danny was supposed to be registered at a medical conference in Singapore. But I checked all the conferences twice. He's not registered at any of them.

Sydney: And the bank called. Uh, I might have another trip.

Will: You take an insane amount of trips.

Vaughn: What wife? I have no wife.

Sydney: No, there was a picture in your office. You and that woman. I thought you were married.

Vaughn: No. She and I are not remotely m-- You thought I was married this whole time?

Vaughn: Give them the correct number, Sydney! And that's an order.

Sydney: An order? We need to have a long talk when I get back to Los Angeles.

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Doppelgänger

Sydney: I don't know how much longer I can do this. Sit in these meetings with Sloane. Look at him as if I don't despise him, as if I don't want to leap across the table and use the skills I've learned, against him.

Francie: Okay, so I'm in my Operations and Technology Management class, and I realize two things. One, I prepared the wrong chapter.

Sydney: No!

Francie: I don't want to talk about it. And two, you and I are going to have a Halloween party.

Sydney: How am I supposed to make a double switch invisible to my partner? He'll be there.

Vaughn: You cannot tell him the truth. I mean, he might already know who he's working for.

Francie: So, what's going on with work? You always talk about work and you haven't even mentioned it today.

Will: I wasn't working on a S.A.T. story. When I bumped into you guys? There is no S.A.T. story. I was trying to track down a woman named Kate Jones. She was supposed to be seated next to Danny on a flight from Singapore to Hong Kong.

Dixon: Sloane is asking about Berlin. He thinks someone might have gotten to Schiller. He thinks he might be a plant. He wanted to know why you had me change the pick up to Koenig Strasse.

Sydney: I told you, I thought I was being followed.

Dixon: Syd, is there something I should know?

Sydney: No.

Sydney: He practically apologized.

Vaughn: Sloane did?

Sydney: For thinking maybe I'd mailed him the wrong guy. Imagine that.

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Reckoning

Sydney: Raid my closet.

Francie: Thanks...but I got boobs.

Francie: Bar association dinner. One of the lawyers wanted to sue me because his chicken was undercooked. Can you believe that -- an obnoxious lawyer?

Francie: Hey, how was your trip?

Sydney: Oh. Not good. I was working with these people who - they were terminated.

Francie: Oh, man. The economy sucks.

Sydney: What about the file -- the one you pulled for me? There were pages missing. Maybe it didn't end twenty years ago. Maybe he's still working for Russia!

Vaughn: Stop. Okay? Stop. What matters, what is important, is taking down SD-6. Jack - your father - is helping us do that!

Sloane: Jack will no longer be working out of Jennings Aerospace. His assignment there is complete. As of today, he will be working here with a cover as portfolio manager for Credit Dauphine. This way, he can more actively participate in the planning and execution of missions.

Sydney: [forces a smile] Good.

[Vaughn gives Sydney a small box with a child's plastic bug]

Sydney: What's this?

Vaughn: A bug.

Sydney: What are you, twelve years old?

Vaughn: No, a bug.

Sydney: I know about you! That you were hunted by the F.B.I.! And I know that mom died because they went after you.

Jack: Sydney...

Sydney: Every time I think I know just how awful you are, I learn something worse.

Eloise Kurtz: Just leave me alone! I don't know anything!

Will: See, it's people who say that that always know much more than they think they do.

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Color-Blind

Jack: Shephard killed Danny. I'm sure you know that already.

Sydney: If I didn't, thanks for breaking it to me gently.

Vaughn: Sydney's life is worth the risk!

Jack: 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?

Jack: 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.

[Marshall uncovers a big red inflatable chair]

Marshall: Want to have a seat? I got a minor form of scoliosis, so the air ergonomically hugs me. Oh, you want to stretch out? I can inflate the couch.

Sloane: I'll stand.

Will: 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!

Sydney: 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.

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Time Will Tell

Sydney: How do I look?

Dixon: For the record, that's a question you never have to ask anyone.

Will: [reading from a book] "Laura, all my love forever and a day. Jack." That's not, like, your dad Jack, is it?

Sydney: Yeah.

Will: Wow. That's uncharacteristically sweet of him.

Sydney: I know. He actually has a heart, which I'm learning little by little.

Marshall: You know that sound you're hearing, you know, that boom? That's my mind blowing.

Sloane: Tell me something. How did Tippin get a lead on the Kate Jones alias in the first place?

Jack: I don't know yet, but I'm looking into it.

Sloane: Well, your efforts notwithstanding, that reporter may be a casualty of his own curiosity.

Jack: I'd consider that a last resort. I know you want what's best for Sydney, and if at all possible, we should spare her the pain of losing someone else.

Jack: Lie detector test.

Sydney: I studied the C.I.A. instruction book on how to take a successful LDT.

Jack: This isn't like that. This test monitors variations in blood flow in the brain. It's very difficult to deceive. Tell your handler Vaughn he needs to prepare you for this. If he can't, he'll get someone who can.

Boss: And on the eve of your first front-page story, you suddenly get cold feet.

Will: What are you saying? What are you saying? I made this whole thing up? Look, I swear to God, the only reason I didn't want this story to run is 'cause I don't want to hurt Sydney Bristow. That's it.

Boss: You're a talented writer, Will. But I promise you, if anything like this happens again, the only thing you'll be inventing are facts on your résumé.

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Mea Culpa

Marshall: [holding a gadget] Okay, now, this thing sucks... literally. Sucks all the information from the computer hard drive right into the internal flash RAM.

Sydney: So, SD-6 wants to send out a message to everyone else they do business with.

Vaughn: "Don't mess with SD-6."

Sloane: We both are. We're both doing our job. And I look at Sydney Bristow's test results -- I don't see a single spike. She didn't falter once.

Dreyer: She's guilty. She's the one.

Sloane: I think that's a dangerous accusation made by a desperate man.

Dreyer: I'm not desperate, Mr. Sloane. But I am curious why you feel the need to defend Miss Bristow?

Francie: [as Sydney is packing to go on yet another trip] You should report your boss to the corporate office.

Sydney: No kidding.

Sloane: I always knew there was something about you, from the first time I saw you.

Sydney: A lot can change in seven years.

Sloane: It's been a lot longer than seven years. I've known your father since 1971. I met him at Langley. I knew your mother. I went to your parents' wedding. Sydney, I've known you since you were a baby. I was out of the country for most of your childhood, various operations, but I kept tabs on you. I checked in on you in my own way. I always thought of you as my daughter, even from the beginning. Well, I just wanted to let you know... before you went away.

Will: Okay, okay, whatever, it sucks, all right? But it's why I wanted to become a reporter. I saw this when I was a kid and I loved it. And I was just like, I don't know, all the quick...

Francie: Repartee.

Will: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I mean, it just looked fun. You know, being a reporter looked fun. But it's not. It's not fun. It's a pain in the ass.

Sloane: You have your answer regarding Sydney Bristow.

Dreyer: What are you protecting?

Sloane: Mr. Dreyer, I still believe we have a situation here at SD-6. I strongly suggest you keep looking for the mole and stop questioning every decision I make.

Disguised Voice: [on the phone] You have questions about Kate Jones. How far are you willing to go, Mr. Tippin? I need to hear the words "I'm ready."

Will: Why? Why, could my life be in danger?

Disguised Voice: Say the words.

Will: Yeah, I'm in. I'm ready.

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Spirit

Jack: I need you to tell me what's happening!

Steven: You didn't hear this from me. [pause] While Sydney and Russek were in Geneva, a transmission was recorded from her location and it was not one of ours.

Jack: You think it was Sydney?

Steven: This is not the first indication that she might be working for someone else.

Sloane: 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 Russek's.

Sydney: Russek...

Sydney: In the cell, when Russek 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...

Vaughn: [embarrassed] I don't know. I was in this store, you know, um... this little antique place.

Sydney: [big smile] What were you doing in an antique store?

Vaughn: I don't know. [laughs nervously] Whatever. Um, look, if you don't like it just... don't tell me.

Sydney: 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!

Will: [confused] What the hell are you talking about?

Sydney: Nothing. I'm going to work. I'll see you guys.

Jack: Russek. It was a shock. ... What? Do you mean did I engineer it somehow? No, Sydney, of course not.

Sloane: 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.

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The Confession

[After Sydney and Jack have escaped from captivity]

Sydney: It took me a second to realize what you were doing.

Jack Bristow: I was blinking as fast as I could.

Sydney: I know. I was like, "Hard on your light"?

Jack: Guard on your right.

Sydney: Well, I figured it out. I was just never very good at Morse code.

Sydney: 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 C.I.A. But I didn't. When I joined, I thought I was going to be saving the world and not making it more dangerous.

Jack: What's the question?

Sydney: Why didn't you say something? I mean, you could have told me what I was really doing - damage instead of good - but you kept quiet.

Jack: [sighs] Revealing the truth about what you were doing would have required revealing the truth about what I was doing.

Sydney: What happens when someone you care about is in trouble? What you said, that 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 the exact same thing. You should have seen him.

Vaughn: Your father?

Sydney: Yeah, he was like ... he was like a pro. He was good. I mean, the way you talked about him once, what his reputation was, I could see it in action. He was ... impressive.

Vaughn: There's nothing routine about that list. There's something very specific about it. It's been a mystery within the agency for over two decades. Who murdered those C.I.A. officers? I'm sorry, but we have our answer now. It was your father. And I'm going to report him.

Hassan: Listen, I have a wife and a son. They are a target. Not just SD-6. I've made many enemies in the past. Now, 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.

Vaughn: 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 negotations. There are no perks coming your way. You have nothing to gain here!

Sydney: [from Hassan's weapons storage in Crete] Vaughn, what's going on? The room just went into lockdown!

Vaughn: [Back at the C.I.A.] What the hell did you just do?!

Hassan: I gave you the wrong code. Your agent has activated an anti-intruder device.

Jack: 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, murdering officers of the C.I.A., including your father, Mr. Vaughn. All this is true. But, Sydney, I was not that agent. Your mother was.

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The Box, Part I

Jack Bristow: I know how this feels.

Sydney Bristow: Not exactly. You've had a lot longer to make sense of this than I have.

Jack: There was a time when this was news to me, too. Your mother was sent to the United States to steal secrets from a ranking officer of the C.I.A. How she and I happened to meet, how she supposedly fell in love, I thought it was all true. But it was just a set-up.

Sydney: [voice over] There's something that happens when you discover the truth about someone. I know a little about this. The truth changes everything.

Sydney: [talking to Vaughn] There's this woman, her personality like a collage I've put together from the photographs, the few memories I have, scraps of stories I've heard, the clothes of hers I've got... her books. And none of it's real. She wasn't that woman at all. She was... she was a horrible person... who killed your father.

Sydney: Look where we are. I mean, this isn't real. This isn't what we should be doing. I want out.

Michael Vaughn: Out?

[Sydney nods.]

Vaughn:You want to enter the protection program.

Sydney: No. I'm not going into hiding.

Vaughn: If you don't, Sloane will kill you.

Sydney: I don't think he will.

[Haladki walks down a C.I.A. hallway, followed by an unhappy Vaughn.]

Vaughn: Haladki! What the hell is your problem, Haladki? Reporting me to Barnett?

Haladki: I don't have a problem. I told you, you have the problem.

Vaughn: You know what? This might shock you, but my business is not your business.

Haladki: I'm looking out for the good of the agency!

Vaughn: Yeah? Then you should quit!

Haladki: Stay out of my way!

[He starts to walk away but Vaughn grabs him by the shoulder, pulling him back.]

Vaughn: Did it make you feel better about yourself, telling Barnett I got Sydney a Christmas gift?

Haladki: You're too emotionally attached to that woman!

Vaughn: Oh, like you would know anything about being emotionally attached to a woman!

Haladki: I think your judgement's impaired!

Vaughn: I think I'm gonna kick your ass!

Haladki: You're out of line!

Vaughn: No! You know what? You're out of line!

[Vaughn grabs him by the lapels of his coat and throws him against the wall.]

Vaughn: You stay the hell away from my operations!

[Weiss runs up and breaks them apart.]

Weiss: Hey, hey, calm down!

Haladki: Who's out of control, Vaughn? ME?

Weiss: HEY!

[He takes Vaughn away.]

Haladki: Did you see that? Did everyone see that? That's what I'm talking about.

Sydney: How could K-Directorate overpower fifty trained agents?

Jack: If K-Directorate attacks SD-6, they know SD-6 will return the favor. This team that's invaded SD-6, isn't working with any organization we know. My guess is they're working for a group, clearly unpredictable and dangerous.

Jack: Sloane must have activated the emergency failsafe. There are five hundred pounds of C-4 strategically placed within the substructure of this building. Opening the vault will trigger that C-4. All underground levels will collapse, burying any evidence that the Los Angeles cell of SD-6 ever existed.

McKenas Cole: But another part that sucks is seeing guys you worked with, guys you thought were tougher than deer jerky... tortured to death. That's no good.

McKenas Cole: You still got that room downstairs, right? The "conversation room"? But that's what you used to call it, right? The torture room's like you really got to admit what the hell it is you're going down there. So, Arvin. Let's go to the "conversation room"!

Sydney: I can't believe, of all things, we're saving SD-6.

McKenas Cole: You give us the codes, I won't have to open the box...which will be really excellent for you.

Sloane: I can't be the first person to have difficulty taking you seriously, can I?

McKenas Cole: You're going to give me the combination to the SD-6 vault and if you don't, I'm going to open this box. And Arvin, trust me when I tell you, you do not want me to open this box.

McKenas Cole: [holding a 'needle of fire'] Each one is like you took a bag of red jalapenos, threw them in a blender, and used them for an enema. And Arvin, you're about to get to know them.

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The Box, Part II

Marcus Dixon: You okay?

Marshall: [blood is running down his head] Except for my head injury, yeah.

Sloane: So easy for you to blame me, huh? When you know the truth. You got your own men killed. That helicopter was waiting for you...

McKenas Cole: I had a man down! I was saving Whitney's life. You know that!

Sloane: 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.

Haladki: Any irregularities at all?

Michael Vaughn: What, you mean other than a desperate message from an agent begging for help?

Weiss: And what if there has been a takeover?

Vaughn: [gets his gun out of his locker and loads it] If I'm not back in a couple of hours, I'm probably dead.

Weiss: Good to know.

Sydney: Dixon contacted you?

Vaughn: Not directly. Through Langley. Said SD-6 was under attack. Are you okay?

Sydney: It's true. There's a team of six, maybe seven. They've got the latest military specs. They're after something in the vault.

Vaughn: 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.

McKenas Cole: [into a walkie-talkie] Dear person beating up my men: I assume that you're an employee here. I am now standing in Sloane's tastefully minimilistic office and if you are not here standing in front of me in the next twenty seconds, I am going to start executing your friends. Starting with the man that I assume to be your partner. [He reads a piece of ID.] Mr. Jack Bristow.

Steven Haladki: I'm not scared of you.

Weiss]]: You better start bein' scared of me.

McKenas Cole: [hasn't heard from Chen] I feel like I'm 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--

McKenas Cole: [to Sydney] See, the problem with you kickboxers, ain't none of y'all can take a punch! [punches her]

Sydney: I think you're right – taking a punch is something I gotta learn how to do. [kicks him]

McKenas Cole: While that was a moderately clever retort, I am the man holding The Box.

McKenas Cole: [to Sydney] I know you didn't wanna kiss me, but when I was taking a hit off that bottle before, I backwashed in it. I mean, like, really big-time.

Marshall: [holding Sloane's severed finger] Hey, Sloane gave me the finger.

Francie: Hi. And what have we been drinking?

Will: Uh, I don't know. There was a little horse on the label. A dog. I don't know. A doghorse. I think. Some kind of mythical creature condemned to live in a bottle for eternity. It's like a doghorse. A doghorse. Oh, and did I mention my life sucks? Did I mention that?

[edit]

The Coup

[Sydney is sliding across a wire on the top of the two buildings]

Dixon: How's it hanging, Syd?

Sydney: Very funny.

Marshall: I mean, casino security is like an onion. It's layer after layer after layer and the more that you peel back, the more you want to cry.

Sydney: I just wanted to rip his finger right back off. Does that make me a bad person?

Vaughn: No, but it might have blown your cover.

Sydney: You think?

Sydney: Did the guy from your office end up reporting you?

Vaughn: Haladki? Yeah, he did. But Devlin only slapped me on the wrist. Even though going into SD-6 without clearance wasn't exactly constitutional.

Sydney: Last week, I was ready to leave SD-6 but maybe I was focused on the wrong place. I think maybe I only went to grad school because Mom did. She was a teacher, so I always thought that was something I wanted to do. But now that I know it was just her cover, and that it didn't mean anything to her, I'm thinking I should just drop it.

Will: [about his hickey] It's very embarrassing.

Sydney: The fact that I saw it or just that it's there at all?

Will: No, look at it. I feel like I'm 15 years old.

Sydney: That's about the age of your intern.

Will: When I said 15, I knew you would say--

Sydney: Did the Clinton administration teach you nothing?

Sydney: Don't start defending your thing with Jenny. She's not in your league and you know it.

Will: Who's in my league? What league? Show me a league and I'll buy a ticket, I'll go to the meetings and I will try and find those people. Where are they?

Francie: What's in the bag and where are you off to this time?

Sydney: Vegas.

Francie: Vegas! What was I just saying? Where should we go?

Charlie: After that brunch, Vegas isn't far enough.

Francie: I'm serious. Baby, that's our cue. We could just go tonight.

Sydney: W-w-wait. This is not a vacation for me. There's this public relations conference and--

Francie: Sydney, we don't need you to babysit.

Sydney: What I mean is I'd want to hang out with you guys. Just wait a week. We'll all go together.

Francie: Was coming to Vegas the greatest idea or what? Hey, check it out. There's a wedding chapel.

Charlie: Aw, come on.

Francie: Why not? I mean, just think about it. Just us. No parents. No hassle.

Sydney: You and I are friends, Charlie, so you know I have nothing against you going into this, but I swear to God, if you marry Francie without telling her what you've been up to, I will kill you.

Charlie: Sydney--

Sydney: No discussion. You don't tell her, and I will. Got it?

Jack Bristow: When you asked me the other day about school, I couldn't help you. I... I'm out of practice when it comes to, uh... personal matters.

Sydney: Dad, I'm in no rush.

Jack: Believing your mother was a professor may have influenced you somewhat but the decision to go back to school was yours. And I'd trust that. I think that, uh, if you stick with it... you could become the kind of teacher your students will always remember.

Sydney: Thank you.

Vaughn: Yeah. Last week, when you talked about quitting SD-6--

Sydney: I was being naive.

Vaughn: No, but, um, what you said about wanting to go to a hockey game... wanting me to be part of your life... I, uh, I think I wasn't clear about something. [pause] That it would be nice to be in public with you, to actually get to look at you. Grab a pizza or go to a hockey game. I-I just... I wasn't clear that I would really like that, too.

[edit]

Page 47

Sloane: [watching a video of Will's visit to the prison] Lompoc prison, about two hours ago. The man talking to Tippin is David McNeil, software designer. About eight years ago, he created an encryption system that we wanted to acquire but he wouldn't sell. We don't have audio, but we got hold of the prison log. This is Tippin's third visit to McNeil in the last two weeks. You and I talked about Tippin some time ago. You convinced me that he was just a harmless metro reporter, far from a credible threat.

Sydney: [talking about Sloane's wife, Emily]We still are. Less so since she's been diagnosed. She's been a little reclusive. Actually, I haven't seen her since before I learned the truth about her husband.

w:Michael Vaughn: I think this is a real opportunity. We'd like you to call Emily. Tell her you'd like to see her again and get invited to their house.

Sydney: This is a bug? (flips paper clip over)

Vaughn: It's good, huh? You should see the guys who make it, it's like they've never seen sunlight.

Sydney: You should meet Marshall.

Vaughn: That's where we want it. Especially now that SD-6 has the Rambaldi book. The C.I.A.'s been studying those photos you took.

Sydney: Then they turned out all right?

Vaughn: There's one blank page. Well, C.I.A. sci-tech says that of the few Rambaldi documents they've recovered, the forty-seventh page is always particularly significant. This blank page was number forty-seven. Your father's strategizing on how to get it out of SD-6 and replace it with a counterfeit. But in the meantime, we're just hoping we learn something with that bug.

Will: Sydney tells me you're doing analysis for the bank.

Jacl: Strategy. Investment strategy. Arvin made me an offer I couldn't refuse.

Emily: Oh, that sounds like my husband!

Sloane: Some of the text is Italian, but most of it is in code. Code we haven't been able to break. Who was this man, Sydney? What did he see? What did Rambaldi see? [Flipping through the pages of Rambaldi's book, he comes to page forty-seven, the blank one.] Those who know about him - various agencies, a few in the private sector - they're spending millions to answer these questions. Millions. Men would die for this book. Men have died. You know, Sydney, the work we're doing here, trying to figure out who Rambaldi was, what he was working on, is becoming an obsession for me.

Will: [talking to the man in prison] I was kidnapped yesterday. By - I don't know who they were but I'm assuming they work for SD-6. David, they threatened me. They told me to drop the story.

Will: David, I hate myself for letting you down, okay? But right now, I'm you. I'm exactly where you were before your wife was killed. Now, if I do what you suggest... David, they're going to kill my family... my friends. If you could go back, if you could change it, you wouldn't hesitate, would you?

[edit]

The Prophecy

Sydney: Move out of my way, or I will make you move out of my way.

Vaughn: You're being investigated by the DSR.

Sydney: DSR?

Vaughn: Department of Special Research. And it was created during World War II to investigate Nazi interest in the occult. After the war, an executive order was signed, empowering them to investigate fringe science, uh, parapsychology, remote viewing--

Sydney: What do they want with me?

Vaughn: They want to know why your picture is in the Rambaldi book. No, I know it seems ridiculous.

Sydney: This drawing is five hundred years old. Millions of women have looked like that. My mom looked like that. Maybe it's a picture of my mother.

Sloane: Using all available resources, we have finally tracked down the enemy who we no longer have to refer to as The Man. Thanks to the surveillance photos you obtained in Brazil, we have confirmed his identity. He is Alexander Khasinau.

Emily: For four months, I did nothing. I was so terrified of what I did not know. I was so terrified that I was paralyzed. And the longer that went on, the more terrified I got. Wanting to know the truth but being too afraid to find the answers.

Sydney: We'd have to leave tonight. You in?

Vaughn: Yeah. I'll break into the Vatican with you.

Vaughn: So, I was thinking, later tonight when we get the code key, maybe we can check it out?

Sydney: What, the restaurant?

Vaughn: Yeah. Well, it's almost too good not to.

Sydney: Unless SD-6 spots us there and has us killed.

Vaughn: Well, the food's so good it's almost worth the risk.

Sloane: Our conversations were never recorded. We talked on secure lines. I made sure I met Briault in secret. You used me.

Poole: I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about.

Sloane: I will repay the favor.

[As the FBI is taking Sydney into custody.]

Vaughn: Those medical tests you took, they were looking to match three specific anomalies Rambaldi mentioned: DNA sequencing, platelet levels, and the size of your heart. You match all three.

Sydney: So what does the prophecy say?

Evans: "This woman here depicted will possess unseen marks. Signs that she will be the one to bring forth my works. Bind them with fury, a burning anger unless prevented at vulgar cost this woman will render the greatest power unto utter desolation."

[edit]

Q & A

Michael Vaughn: I know, but the DNA sequencing, the heart size. I mean, they both match with what Rambaldi wrote. Either this thing is completely insane... or it isn't.

Weiss: Okay, what happened? The FBI's involved?

Vaughn: Yeah. There's an FBI tribunal flying in from DC. They're going to question her and decide what the next move is.

Kendall: How did you come to work with the CIA?

Sydney: Don't you already have a file on me?

Kendall: We would like this in your words.

Sydney: The truth is, I didn't love any of the subjects I was studying. My father and I weren't speaking, my mother had died when I was six and the highlight of my social life was my dorm's salad bar. So, I called them.

Kendall: SD-6.

Sydney: They didn't use that name. These men led me to believe they were CIA. They were very convincing. They are very convincing.

Kendall: And at this time, you believed that SD-6 was affiliated with the CIA?

Sydney: Yes, that's right. That it was a black ops division of the CIA.

Kendall: Meaning...

Sydney: You mean what is black ops? A division that is funded by the CIA's black budget. Operations that are highly classified, even hidden from congressional oversight. They led me to believe that SD-6 was one of these divisions and that that was why they didn't operate through Langley.

Vaughn: You're saying that Sydney could be held long enough to blow her cover with SD-6?

Jack: Under directive 81A, they could conceivably hold her without trial or charges for the rest of her life.

Vaughn: Hey, what did you say before about Haladki?

Weiss: I don't think he showers?

Kendall: What does "SD" stand for?

Sydney: Section Disparu - the section that doesn't exist. Alain Christophe, one of the Alliance founders. The term was his.

Kendall: Explain to us about the Alliance of Twelve?

Sydney: The Alliance is like a board of directors. Some are from the private sector, but most are former intelligence officers. All wealthy. They started a company together, except this company - the Alliance - trades intelligence.

Vaughn: According to Rambaldi, the woman in question, the subject of this prophecy, will have never seen Mt. Sebacio. Meaning if Sydney were to go there and see it herself--

Jack: She couldn't possibly be the woman Rambaldi was talking about.

Vaughn: That makes sense, doesn't it? I thought that made sense.

Kendall: What can you tell me about him?

Sydney: Milo Rambaldi was Pope Alexander VI's chief architect. He was an artist, an inventor. His designs were so technologically advanced, at the time, they thought he was heretic. And he was executed. Now, five hundred years later, many believe he was a prophet. And SD-6, CIA, GRU, K-Directorate, the entire intelligence world, is on a Rambaldi scavenger hunt.

Kendall: Why?

Sydney: They assume that Rambaldi had some sort of master plan.

[Vaughn is driving and Sydney is in the trunk]

Sydney: You didn't think about it. Not once. The possibility that Rambaldi could be right about me.

Vaughn: No. I didn't.

Sydney: Why not?

Vaughn: Because I believe in you. Do you think I'd just throw anyone in my trunk?

Sydney: No, I don't have a hard time keeping a secret. What I don't enjoy is lying to my friends, or being in a constant state of jetlag from flying to the far corners of the world for a man that I wish were dead.

Kendall: And after she died, your father raised you? Is that right?

Sydney: No. He hired a nanny.

Sydney: [about SD-6] As I said before, Mr. Kendall, they were very convincing. Now, I might not have been a genius at nineteen years old, but I was smart enough to know what questions to ask. They had all the right answers.

Kendall: Says here you were a genius.

Jack: I have no desire to blow your head off; I'll ruin your paint job.

Jack: [to Haladki]Just so we're clear: you report this conversation, and you'll never wear a hat again.

[edit]

Masquerade

Sydney: Seeing him there in the car, looking so damaged - I've never seen him like that. The idea that I want to find my mother ... it scares him.

Sydney: I know, and maybe I'm being reckless or selfish... or masochistic. But if my mother is alive, then I just have to know that. Can you help me get everything the CIA's got on her?

Vaughn: Actually, I can't. All information concerning her has been classified omega 17 by the FBI, including her connections to the Rambaldi prophecy.

Sydney: No. I don't want an explanation. I came here because I need you to help me find her.

Sloane: Mmm. Sydney, how much do you remember about the year after you were told that your mother died?

Sydney: I remember... just feeling disconnected from everything. My father was away on business for most of that year.

Sloane: No. Your father spent six months in solitary in a federal prison. He was suspected of being in collusion with Laura. The FBI almost tried him for treason and even though he was vindicated, the damage was done. And he began to unravel.

Sydney: Unravel...

Sloane: He drank. He started taking unnecessary risks. Come on, Sydney, you know the father he was to you all those years. He took a long time to fully recover and I was under direct orders from the DCI not to let him know that Laura survived the accident. Unfortunately, that also required lying to you.

Sydney: I don't understand what Khasinau has to do with my mother!

Sloane: He has everything to do with your mother. He was her superior. When you first identified Khasinau as The Man, I recognized his name from your mother's investigations. I thought, "This has to be a coincidence." I did some checking. He was her superior back in his days at the KGB. This is the only clue I have to offer you. Get the microchip. The more we find out about Khasinau, the closer you get to your mother.

Agent: Excuse me. May I cut in?

Dixon: [referring to Sydney] Of course. But I should warn you: she likes to lead.

Noah: I told you to meet me in San Pedro.

Sydney: I never got a letter.

Noah: I didn't send you a letter. I wasn't allowed to discuss my reassignment. I encoded a message in a junk e-mail. You should've been able to pick it up from the subject line.

Sydney: [Pauses] I always set my computer to filter out junk e-mail.

Francie: Well, why is there a return ticket from Italy in her pocket?

Will: Probably from another trip.

Francie: It's dated for last week.

Will: Why wouldn't she tell us about a trip to Italy?

Sydney': A lot's happened since you left. And I want to fill you in but... I don't know if I feel comfortable doing that yet.

Noah: Right. You're still mad.

Sydney: No. When you left and you just disappeared, it was a kick in the stomach, and I carried that around for a long time.

Noah: You were the last person that I ever wanted to see again... ever. And you were the only person that I ever wanted to see again.

Dr. Barnett: [to Jack] I think you are a master. You have all your subconscious tells under control. You're smart enough to struggle with words. But I think you told me what I wanted to hear so you could get out of my office as quickly as possible. I also think that someone so skilled at deception is in danger of deceiving himself.

Dr. Barnett: And how would you define a "normal" family?

Jack: I suppose it's one in which the family members aren't under order to lie to each other.

Sydney: How do I know this isn't a set-up?

Masked agent: Credit Dauphine is SD-6's front company. Marshall runs the op tech division. And Sloane is a humorless son of a bitch.

[edit]

Snowman

Laura Bristow: Every night for ten years I went through his briefcase. I eavesdropped on all of his private conversations. I planted listening devices on his clothing. He was blinded by his emotions. He knew nothing. I can tell you one thing: Jack Bristow was a fool.

Agent: Mr. Hicks, would you come with us, please?

Noah: Is there a problem?

Agent: Mr. Sloane asked for you to come with us.

Noah: [to Dixon] Well, that's never a good thing. Excuse me.

Dixon: Noah, I'll be straight with you. I don't trust you. Which wouldn't be such a problem, except that I'm an intelligence officer and if you stick around, sooner or later, my life is going to be in your hands and yours in mine. And in that scenario, the only person truly safe will be you.

Sydney: You know I can't do that.

Noah: Why?

Sydney: Well, for about a million reasons.

Noah: I highly doubt there are a million reasons. There might be fifty, and I'd like the opportunity to refute all of them.

Sydney: One of the biggest reasons that comes to mind is my mother. Khasinau was her superior. My mother was a spy for the KGB and those files that we recovered may help me find her. I'm not going anywhere until I know where she is.

Agent: Mr. Sloane asked for you to come with us.

Noah: [to Dixon] Well, that's never a good thing. Excuse me.

[Sydney watches the video footage of her mother.]

Laura: My Russian or American name?

Khasinau: Why not both?

Laura: Irina Derevko and Laura Bristow.

Sydney: Dad, he was KGB. It wasn't just Mom's death they faked. It was Calder's, too. If we can get to Calder, maybe we can find Khasinau.

Jack: SD-6 has run an additional profile on Noah. There were anomalies, including recent bank activity which suggested he may have ties to K-Directorate. Noah's been taken into custody by security section.

Vaughn: Mr. Kishell, I appreciate you talking to me. I know this must be very difficult.

Kishell: I know difficult. Talk is easy.

Jack: Tippin didn't turn out to be a problem, did he?

Sloane: Sydney wasn't intimate with Tippin. She is with Hicks.

Jack: I'm not sure that's my business, and I know it isn't yours.

[Jack is watching the video footage of Laura.]

Khasinau: How did you acquire your intel?

Laura: Every night for ten years I went through his briefcase. I eavesdropped on all of his private conversations. I planted listening devices on his clothing. He was blinded by his emotions. He knew nothing. I can tell you one thing: Jack Bristow was a fool.

Sydney: You're not really going to Banku, are you?

Noah: No. Tuvalu. It's an island in the South Pacific. I, uh, talked to my contact. He says now's my window. I'm leaving tonight and we could go together.

Sydney: Sometimes, all I want to do is disappear. Just let all this go. And just start over again.

Vaughn: The Snowman. He's been spotted in Mackay. Sydney's there, too. He's going after Calder to get to Khasinau. Can you think of a way to contact Sydney, put out a warning?

[edit]

The Solution

Sydney: But the truth is, it affects me. Never knowing who to trust, learning to expect betrayal, plotting in secrecy and hatred and anger. It's becoming a part of me. I am becoming what I despise.

Will: [on the phone] I was kidnapped! The lives of the people I care about were threatened!

Voice: It's a bluff to scare you off the story.

Will: Well, you know what? It worked. I'm off it.

Francie: See, the thing about rats is they're clever. You have to outthink them. You can't really just leave out cheese. You have to leave the good stuff. The heavy-duty stuff. The stuff that they want. It's the only way they're going to come out. Otherwise, you're just wasting your time.

Sydney: Say there was a break-in at that museum this week. It would be widely publicized. Khasinau would start to hear rumors of what was taken.

Vaughn: Including rumors of an existing second ampule.

Devlin: Are you suggesting that I approve the theft of priceless works of art?

Vaughn: You see, sir, we would just be borrowing them.

Emily: When you look back ... family, your friends. That's what matters. Work, your job. It wouldn't seem that important. [Sydney nods a little.] Even your job. Even working for SD-6.

Will: This is an article I've written. Abby, you've got to do this for me. Make sure you keep it sealed, and don't mention this to anyone. And you got to promise me you're not going to open it, unless something happens to me. And if something happens to me, you got to publish it.

Vaughn: Now, when you and Sark meet, you will actually be able to test each other's merchandise, which is why we need to give him the real Rambaldi solution. After he confirms that the liquid is authentic, you'll make the deal, then switch the vial with an identical one containing colored water and a radioactive isotope we can track via satellite.

Francie: I'm gonna send flowers to Will to thank him for babysitting our rodents. What do you think the card should say?

Sydney: I had sex with someone.

Francie: [laughs] Seriously.

[edit]

Rendezvous

Sloane: [to Sydney] It was your duty to report Emily to security section. You didn't. And that's more than I did for you.

Jack: I didn't expect you'd have the guts to contact me.

Will: Oh, well, I'll assume that's a compliment.

Jack: You're going to tell your contact you want a meeting. A meeting to take place at your contact's discretion.

Will: Why would he lead me to you knowing that you'd want to flush him out?

Jack: He only told you my name so you would realize that my threat to you was a bluff. That I would never hurt Sydney, even if you continue your investigation. He didn't expect you'd have the guts to contact me.

Will: Oh, well, I'll assume that's a compliment.

Sloane: I feel rather awkward sitting here asking you to allow my wife to die of cancer.

Christophe: Arvin, the agreement is simple. People with any unauthorized information regarding SD-6, or any SD cell, must be eliminated.

Jack: Kretchmer briefed me on Denpasar. It was a sloppy operation. Your pursuit of your mother is clouding your judgement. You can't afford to continue and at the moment, I can't protect you. I haven't regained Sloane's trust. He still hasn't reinstated me to active duty. I'm not even privy to his briefings.

Sydney: Then you haven't heard that SD-6 got Sark.

Sark: I understand I am in no position to demand anything, but for the record, I'm far more comfortable talking over a glass of Chateau Petreuse... '82.

Weiss: I don't want your thanks. I want it to stop.

Vaughn: Look, Sydney's my responsibility ...

Weiss: Mike, I'm not going to trivialize your relationship with her by calling it a crush ...

Vaughn: A crush?

Weiss: But whatever it is, it's starting to affect me and if that sounds selfish to you, I was hoping to retire fully vested. I know you genuinely care for her. I do, too. But there is a line that we have been sworn not to cross. We're about a mile past that.

Vaughn: I don't know how to be Sydney's handler without making it personal.

Weiss: Figure out a way.

Sydney: None of this changes the fact that you were using Will!

Jack: He was already being used! It's no coincidence that out of all the reporters in the world, he was chosen.

Sydney: What are you saying?

Jack: For some reason, Khasinau is trying to expose us.

Christophe: Nice work in Paris. You have deprived Khasinau of a very valuable prize.

Sloane: Yes. Thank you.

Christophe: The Alliance has decided, due to your wife's illness, her condition... your request has been approved. Your wife will be spared.

Vaughn: Anyway, I read your debrief. So did Devlin. We'll deal with the loss of the Rambaldi document later but first you should know that, uh, offices of security is drawing up a contingency plan to keep Will Tippin safe.

Sydney: What kind of contingencies?

Vaughn: Witness protection. Worst-case scenario, recruitment.

Sydney: Absolutely not!

Sydney: He is my friend. He is, like, one of my best friends.

Vaughn: I understand that.

Sydney: No, you don't. You get to tell your friends that you work for the CIA while I go home and look desperately for a tiny moment that I can be honest with anyone about anything. Now that Will knows the truth - he's never going to trust me again. You should have seen his face in Paris. It was like he was looking at a stranger.

Vaughn: But he wasn't. He was looking at you. Maybe for the first time. He was looking at you.

[edit]

Almost Thirty Years

Sark: [to Will] My employer instructed me to keep you alive... but not comfortable.

Jack: Khasinau knew about the safehouse. He must have someone on the inside.

Sydney: I know.

Jack: As long as there's a mole at the CIA, you can't tell Vaughn a thing. Not that you've been contacted, or that you and I have spoken.

Dixon: Marshall, can you remember back to the Aconcagua operation? Sydney's code name?

Marshall: Miss Bristow? It was, uh, Bluebird.

Dixon: Bluebird. So it wasn't Freelancer?

Marshall: Freelancer? No, no, it was Bluebird. Definitely.

Vaughn: What I said was I feel I have an understanding of Sydney Bristow and that she doesn't just accept problems, she tries to fix them.

Haladki: And that perhaps Ms. Bristow and her father are trying to secure release of Mr. Tippin on their own?

Dixon: How am I supposed to know what you believe when you've been lying to me? I'm your partner!

Sydney: Just think about this for a minute. Just think about everything we've been through. Just think about who I am. Now, what I am going to ask you to do is just accept the fact that I cannot tell you what this is about. What I am doing is classified but Dixon... I swear to you that I am not betraying this country. I could never do that. You know that!

Dixon: I don't need rhetoric, Sydney. Right now, I need a reason not to report you to security section.

Abby: It's been six days. Will warned me something might happen. He didn't even turn up to his own awards dinner. Called his friends, they haven't heard from him either. Are you going to publish his story?

Litvack: Yeah. In the "A" section. I have to tell Deitrick that this is coming in. Call Orsay in graphics, get a photo of Will!

Sydney: Hi. How did you find me?

Vaughn: You told me a couple of months ago that when you feel the need to disappear, you go to the observatory. But the observatory was closed. And then I remembered you said the pier calms you down. But you weren't there. And you weren't at the bluffs and the palisades, either.

Sydney: You didn't really go to all those places.

Vaughn: Yeah, I did. And then I remembered you liked the train station, too. Normal people going to their normal jobs.

Sydney: I can't believe you remember that.

Jack: If you're not comfortable with me, we can waive our business for the night and say good-bye.

Sark: Are you comfortable? Do you feel comfortable trading priceless documents for a low-grade reporter?

Jack: You should read Tippin's stuff. It's not so bad.

Sydney: Wait. I have questions for you.

Khasinau: You can ask my boss.

Sydney: Your boss? I thought The Man was the boss.

Khasinau: Yes. Yes, but I am not The Man.

''[A woman enters and stands in front of Sydney.]

The Man: I have waited almost thirty years for this.

Sydney: Mom?

[edit]

Season 2

[edit]

The Enemy Walks In

Sydney: Hey... how's your mouth?

Will: I think it'll be fine. [laughs] Of course I lose my health insurance the same day I need a root canal.

Irina: Truth takes time.

Irina: Tell me... Sydney... who sent you here? You must tell me.

Sydney: Or what? I'm grounded?

Sydney: I met Emily shortly after I started working at Credit Dauphine. Like many young women, I was intimidated... by the world. I was sort of desperate for a little guidance. As he had been for most of my life, my father was busy working. I'd lost my mother when I was six... so I didn't have anyone to go to. No role model. Arvin invited me for dinner one night. I remember after dinner was over, Emily walked me out to the car. I didn't know her at all and she said in this simple, reassuring voice... "You're gonna be okay." Thinking of Emily, I often wondered about my own mother and what she would have been like, had she lived. Would she have been as strong as Emily? As kind, as good? I always told myself that she would have had those qualities even though I couldn't see them, I simply believed them. But Emily wasn't just the mother I never had. She was the mother all of us wish we had.

Sydney: [on the phone with Jack] I'm in the middle of Taipei. I just got free. Is Vaughn with you?

Jack: No, we haven't heard from him. Sydney, you have to get to the plane now.

Sydney: Dad, I have to go back for him.

Jack: No, there's no time! The Taiwanese authorities will check this airstrip.

Sydney: I can't leave him behind. Hold the plane, I have to back to the lab.

Jack: Sydney, wait!

Will: Who's Vaughn?

Sydney: [on the phone with Francie] Have I heard from Will? No.

Francie: Well, me neither and there's this story on the news right now. Will wrote a story in today's paper that wasn't supposed to get printed unless he went missing.

Sydney: What was Will's story about?

Francie: It's about the murder of your fiance, and some conspiracy, and some group called SD-6.

Dr. Barnett: How did you escape?

Sydney: I'm sorry, but Agent Vaughn is missing and my sitting here telling Houdini stories to a CIA shrink, no offense, is pointless.

Jack: The only way SD-6 will let you live is if you destroy the life you've got.

Will: I understand that, but you can't think of another way than this?

Jack: Yes, I can think of a number of other ways. But they all involve your burial.

Will: Is that your idea of a joke? You're morbid, Jack.

Dr. Barnett: And you did all this with a bullet in your shoulder?

Sydney: Do you not believe me?

Dr. Barnett: It's impressive.

Sydney: Not really. One thing I have learned doing this - there's no drug like adrenaline.

Dr. Barnett: So the operation in France must have gone well. Your spirits seem lifted.

Sydney: The doctor said Vaughn's going to be all right, so... [long pause] Okay. I see what you're thinking and the answer is 'no'. There's no line being crossed. He's my handler. Vaughn and I have a professional relationship. That's it.

Dr. Barnett: Well, actually, I was thinking about your reporter friend.

Dr. Barnett: One more thing. You haven't said anything about your mother.

Sydney: What, am I supposed to say something insightful? The first time I see my mother in twenty years, and she almost kills me. Which would have made me the thirteenth CIA officer she's killed. She's former KGB. She's betrayed my father. She's betrayed me. She's betrayed this country. All anyone needs to know about that woman is that she's a bad guy.

Dr. Barnett: I think this was a good beginning.

Will: [making a statement to the press for SD-6 to hear] My problem with heroin goes back three years. I'm embarrassed for myself and for my family when I tell you that most of what I've written in that time has been complete fiction including my most recent report about an organization that I called SD-6. These were desperate attempts . . .

Will: And I look up and everybody from the office is just staring at me. So I left my office this afternoon for, like, the last time. I got a lot of, like, "Take care, man." I got a lot of that.

Sydney: I'm so sorry, Will.

Will: Hey, I'm sitting here. I'm on a couch. I'm alive. [sighs] Is anybody listening to us right now?

Sydney: No. That lamp has a bug killer in it. So we're safe here.

Will: So this is what your life is? Lying to everybody all the time? I've only been doing it for a few days and it's killing me.

[edit]

Trust Me

Sydney: The idea that the CIA is willing to work with Irina Derevko is insane.

Jack: Worse, it's naive. Your mother didn't just conveniently turn herself in. This is all part of the manipulation.

Sydney: Well, she's their problem now. She's not yours. And she's not mine.

[When putting on her jacket, she winces a little bit.]

Jack: You okay?

Sydney: My shoulder's healing, if that's what you mean.

Jack: It's not, actually.

Kendall: Just so we're clear, Mr. Vaughn, I know all about your participation in busting Agent Bristow out of federal custody. Convince her to talk to her mother, or face charges of obstructing justice and harboring a fugitive.

Vaughn: Guess it's two-for-one day on blackmail.

Francie: Let me ask you a question. Let's say you're hanging out at your favorite neighborhood restaurant, you know, with some friends... [pause] Or whatever. You like to go there, you like the food, what color are the walls?

Jack: Er, I-I'm... not really into interior decorating.

Jack: [to Francie] You know, to the Vietnamese and Chinese, the color white means death and bad fortune. [pause] Try red.

Francie: You know what I wanna do to the guy who introduced Will to heroin? I want to kill him. With my hands. I just want to kill him.

Jack: I can imagine.

Sydney: How's Weiss?

Vaughn: He's still in the hospital, but the doctors say he's gonna be okay. And until then, I've gotta feed his fish.

Sydney: I don't support the death penalty, but I hope that she dies for all that she's done. I really do.

Vaughn: [Speaking about Irina] When she got done with my father, he could only be identified by his dental records.

Vaughn: I know you want to see your daughter. I can guarantee you that is never going to happen unless she knows you're cooperating. Prove yourself. Give Sydney a reason to see you.

Irina: "Sydney"? Interesting

Sydney: She told me to pull the alarm.

Jack: Yes, and for all you know, that could've made things worse. Sydney, you're smarter than this. Your mother wants you to think she's your ally. That she can help you get what you want. Her intel might even be accurate once, twice, but the minute you start depending on her, she will gut you.

Vaughn: You're not the easiest guy to work with, are you?

Kendall: No. No, definitely not.

Francie: Will, what happened to your face?

Will: You know the one thing they don't tell you about doing community service? Sunblock.

Jack: [Referring to Irina] Sydney, she is the enemy.

Sydney: And so is Sloane. And if the devil herself wants to help me bring him down, fine by me.

Sydney: Let's get something clear. You are not my mother. My mother was Laura Bristow. Laura Bristow died in a car accident twenty-one years ago. You are a traitor and a prisoner of the United States government. [Irina looks away] Look at me! We will interact only when necessary. You will address me as "Agent Bristow" and answer only the questions I ask. There will be no personal anecdotes, no comments about my job performance, no condolences or congratulations. Do you understand me? [pause] Do you understand?

Irina: Yes... Agent Bristow.

[edit]

Cipher

Irina: I've had this picture of your face in my mind for twenty years. I remember a loving husband, generous man, patriot. I may have been under orders to fabricate a life with you, but there were times when the illusion of our marriage was as powerful for me as it was for you, especially when Sydney was born. Looking at you now, I see that illusion is finally gone.

Jack: I want to make something very clear to you. There are people here who believe you can repay the debt you owe this country through your continued cooperation. I am not one of them. And if Sydney in any way becomes victim to your endgame, I will kill you. She spent most of her life believing you were dead, she'll get used to it again. No matter what bond you try to forge with her.

Irina: You haven't told her what you did to her after I disappeared... have you?

Dixon: Watch your step. If you fall through the ice, it'll freeze over in four seconds.

Sydney: Good to know.

Barnett: Well, I'm sorry, but I am not in the habit of helping a father manipulate his daughter. No matter how good his intentions may be.

Jack: I see. And is your opinion here based on what's best for Sydney, or for the agency? Because the fact is if Sydney doesn't talk to Laura, the CIA learns nothing.

Barnett: So you still think of her as Laura, even though that was her alias.

Irina: You know, you haven't asked me how I could shoot my own daughter.

Sydney: No, I haven't.

Irina: I assume you wouldn't need this combination so urgently if you didn't know where the music box was. Sark won't hesitate to kill you. I don't want to lose the chance to explain myself someday.

Sark: It was you giving us problems at the launch. I'd offer you passage back to civilization, but my submersible only seats four.

Sydney: It's the thought that counts.

Irina: Speaking of Ms. Adams... just before I left I remember her encouraging you to try out for your school's Thanksgiving play. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but in the twenty years since I last saw you I often wondered... what part did you play?

Sydney: I don't remember. It was around the time I was told my mother had died. Everything else is a blur.

Sydney: Dad... do you remember the Thanksgiving play I was in that year in school? Because I sort of do. I mean, I have an impression of it, but I can't remember, was I a pilgrim, or an Indian?

[Jack stares off]

Sydney: What?

Jack: You were neither. You were a turkey. You were the only turkey that was spared to celebrate the harvest.

Sydney: You want me to talk to her again.

Kendall: Mr. Sark has assumed control of your mother's operation...

Sydney: Please stop referring to her as my mother.

Kendall: Therefore, Ms. Derevko must know what he's looking for and she's made it clear she will only speak with you.

Sydney: Look, I talked to her before because I had to. I have no intention of making this into a habit.

Kendall: I assume you have an opinion on this, Agent Vaughn.

Vaughn: Uh, I don't have an easy answer to that.

Kendall: I'll take a complicated one.

Vaughn: I can't pretend to hide my bias here. Irina Derevko betrayed this country and killed my father in the process. On the other hand, she is a certifiable Rambaldi expert and probably knows more about the inner workings of global organized crime than any other person in U.S. custody. Having said that, I believe Agent Bristow and I were effectively countering SD-6 before Derevko turned herself in and I stand behind whatever she decides.

[edit]

Dead Drop

Irina: How do you say "thank you" to the woman who killed your father?

Vaughn: [pause] You don't.

Sark: Whatever Arvin Sloane pays you, it can't be enough. Would you consider coming to work for me if it meant I'd let you walk out of here? I believe if you took the time to hear the comprehensive offer, you might actually say yes.

Sydney: [looks him up and down] You're cute, but I'll pass.

Jack: You asked me what I was afraid of. I can tell you, it's obvious. I'm afraid of losing my daughter.

Sydney: Sloane made sure I knew how relieved he was that I made it back safely. I went home, took a shower and came here.

Will: Well, I've got four weeks left of community service and then I'm done. Hey, um, you remember last week when I cooperated and let the CIA hypnotize me?

Sydney: Yeah.

Will: What happened with that? I mean, was I helpful at all? And I'm only asking because about five minutes ago I was doing pretty well as a reporter, you know, and now I'm a dishwasher living in denial. That's all.

Sydney: The information you provided was huge.

Jack: Irina Derevko gave you the operations manual for her syndicate. I would like you to tell me where you've hidden it.

Richter: Derevko is a great woman.

Jack: Morphine's not bad, either. Let me be clear. I've only given you enough to last five minutes. Cooperate and get all you want. Resist and you get none.

Sydney: Dad, we've covered this. We've both been betrayed by this woman. The difference between you and me is that I'm willing to squeeze her for everything she's got to take down the enemy. Anything to get me the hell out of this life as soon as possible! Anything.

Jack: No one wants a happy ending to this story more than I do, but I know this woman. I know her charms. I know her tricks. The way she presents herself, she disarms you. Some people have that talent. Compared to all of them, Irina Derevko is extraordinary.

Jack: There's another fact! Nothing that woman says or does can be taken at face value. Her motivations are strictly her own and now that your dealings with your mother have taken on an emotional component, I'm concerned.

Sydney: Well, don't be. I'm more professional than that. Every one of our discussions has been specific and mission-related.

Jack: You told her about your school play.

Sydney: Dad, you don't have to worry about me. I'm not that naive.

Jack: I'm sure that's something we both hope is true.

[edit]

The Indicator

Vaughn: Okay. I'll confer with your father about your countermission.

Sydney: My father?

Vaughn: He didn't tell you? Based on your father's instincts in the Madagascar incident, Devlin gave him operational approval.

Vaughn: I don't see why you're denying this possibility!

Sydney: I understand that your authority has been superceded by my father and maybe you feel irrelevant. But he saved our lives. Remember that! I won't wait to hear from you.

Jack: Sydney, Washington has made a decision regarding your mother. What she did to you invalidated her agreement with the CIA. The government is pressing charges. They're going to seek the death penalty.

Vaughn: I saw de Souza. He told me that you hired him to rig those explosives.

Jack: Irina Derevko would eagerly destroy all of our lives.

Vaughn: I'm not a big fan, either. It still doesn't justify what you did.

Jack: You do good work, Agent Vaughn. But your consistent shortcoming - you should know this - is your naive sense of morality. Evil must be eliminated by whatever means necessary.

Will: When I was in sixth grade, I was sort of anonymous. You know, you had the smart kid, and the funny kid, and the good athlete. And I was just Will.

Sydney: Sixth grade was an awkward phase for me.

Will: Oh, come on. You, awkward?

Sydney: Yeah. Big teeth and little eyes. And I always was a foot taller than everyone else so I sort of hunched over.

Kerr: Agent Bristow, I've seen your profile. Your spatial intelligence is stellar. It's no surprise that you can solve the puzzle.

Sydney: But I wasn't solving it. When I was standing there, staring at the puzzle, it was like I remembered where every piece belonged. There wasn't any thought involved. You said the KGB developed a similar project, it's possible that my mother new the techniques and maybe she -

Kerr: Agent Bristow. If you are looking to uncover a trauma then I need to warn you. Hypnotic regression can trigger severe nightmares, flashbacks, acute depression -

Sydney: Understand that to do what I do, maintain my cover at SD-6, I compartmentalize a lot. But the idea that I might have been programmed to be a spy ... I can't tuck that away. I need to know what happened to me.

Lab Guy: There are no fingerprints on the glass. The wine is a '99 Hadley Cabernet Franc, unremarkable vintage. What is remarkable is what I extracted from inside the wine. I was so surprised I redid the test but I'm certain. It's VTX, a calcium-based anitdote. Extremely scarce.

Sloane: Antidote to what?

Lab Guy: Uh, mainly heart attack inducing toxins. Kertotic acid, um, sodium morphate. VTX simulates death, it slows the lungs, nearly stops the heart, which is how it prevents the poisons from causing cardiac arrest. And then the VTX is, uh, is metabolized. The, uh, body, it returns to normal.

Sydney: I've seen the footage. Mom's briefing with her KGB handler. She was sent here for one specific purpose, to steal information from you about a project you were developing for the CIA. An operation to train children to be American spies. Project Christmas. Ever since Mom came back, you were afraid she'd figure out what you did to me. You weren't trying to protect me from her, you were trying to protect your secret. So the first opportunity you had, you set her up. In Madagascar.

Jack: Sydney, understand something--

Sydney: No, Dad, you understand something. You took away my choices in life. You programmed me to be a spy. I will never forgive you for this.

[edit]

Salvation

Jack: Please try to understand what I'm about to tell you, Sydney. After your mother left, I tested Project Christmas on you because I didn't want you to be a victim. I thought it was my responsibility to teach you how to think strategically, to see through people's lies, to be as strong as you could be in an environment where one mistake could cost you your life.

Sydney: Then you should've told me the truth before I ended up here.

Jack: Yes, you're right! I never intended you to lead a double life. I imagined recruiting you into the CIA after you finished college. But Sloane got to you first, and that is a mistake I will never live down.

Sydney: I'd like to believe you, but I don't trust anything you say.

Jack: I spent a decade with this woman and another twenty years analyzing how she could have deceived me for so long. Trust me when I tell you, I am protecting you.

Sydney: No, you're not. I think you loved Mom so much that when she left you, you lost your soul. You know what else I think? I think the kind of man who'd use his own daughter to frame her mother, who'd test psych experiments when she was six-years-old is the kind of man who looks at his daughter and sees his greatest mistake.

Jack: You can't honestly believe that.

Sydney: It's true, isn't it? If Mom hadn't fooled you, if you hadn't been so gullible, I never would have been born. I'm going to finish reviewing the mission now.

Sydney: When my mom first came back into my life, I wanted her dead. So how the hell did I become the person who's trying to save her?

Vaughn: This grasshopper walks into a bar and the bartender says, "Hey, we have a drink named after you!" And the grasshopper says--

Sydney: "You have a drink named Doug?"

Vaughn: Well, I was going to use Phil.

Sydney: [laughs] Phil is certainly no funnier than Doug.

Will: Oh, I got my, uh, thirty days sobriety chip. Even though I was never a drug addict, I'm kind of proud.

Vaughn: Look, I know this will drive you insane, but we can't employ you because you have a criminal record.

Will: I have a criminal record because of a drug habit I never had.

Jack: If you're wondering why that man mistook you for your mother, he worked for her. I skimmed the research as it was downloading. Before she surrendered to the CIA, Irina deliberately ordered Sark to expose some of her own operatives to the virus in order to study it. Ask yourself if that's a person worth saving.

Sloane: I had toxicology analyze the glass of wine that somehow made its way into my house last week. They found a compound called VTX which counteracts the effects of sodium morphate. Sodium morphate is the poison I used to... end Emily's suffering.

Jack: I see two possibilities. Either Emily predicted your intention to euthanize her, took the necessary countermeasures and is now playing a game with you, or the more likely scenario, someone wants you to believe Emily's alive or worse, they'll try and make the Alliance believe it, too.

Jack: [talking about Syd at his hearing] When I look at her, when I look at the little girl who raised herself to become one of the most extraordinary human beings and one of the finest agents I've ever had the privilege of knowing, I see only the promise of my own redemption. Turning myself in was the only way I could think of to make that clear to her, to prove that despite... my limited abilities as a father, I love her more than I could ever say.

[edit]

The Counteragent

Vaughn: I'm trying to live a normal life, which was always hard given what I do. But it's gotten harder since I met your daughter. It's not that knowing her hasn't made my life better. It has. But it's also made it that much worse. I think I've said enough.

Irina: The problem, Mr. Vaughn, is that to the one person who matters, you haven't said anything.

Vaughn: Listen, this may not mean anything to you. This may not be something you can understand or appreciate, but we have rules. Very clear and important rules that govern the relationship between a handler and his asset.

Irina: And between a man and a woman?

Sydney: Wait, wait, wait! Wait a minute, what's going on? Is he going to be all right?

Nurse: We don't know, but you have to wait here. Your designated cover: you're with the state department bureau of arms control. Your name is Rita Stevens; give no details about his illness.

Woman: The paramedics called. "What was his last meal? Is he allergic to any medication?" I got to the hospital as fast as I could... So you work with Michael?

Sydney: Yeah. We're in the same bureau at state. I'm Rita.

Woman: I'm Alice. I'm listed as his emergency contact. I'm Michael's girlfriend. Excuse me.

Sydney: Approaching the building.

Sark: Good luck, Sydney.

Sydney: I don't need you to wish me luck, you son of a bitch.

Sark: That's a wonderful attitude.

Kendall: Mountaineer, abort the op and head back. We'll find another way to -

Sydney: Abort? We don't have time to find something else!

Kendall: If you use the machine, they'll know you're there.

Sydney: Then I'll run fast.

Sark: I need access to Arvin Sloane.

Sydney: Why?

Sark: Because I intend to kill him.

Sydney: I can get you to Sloane, but only if you promise to let me keep the antidote.

Sark: No. Sloane first. Then you'll get back your precious antidote.

Kendall: What exactly did you promise Sark?

Sydney: That I would render Sloane unconscious and deliver him to Sark.

Kendall: So he could kill him.

Sydney: Yes.

Kendall: There are just so many problems with this that I don't even know where to begin.

Sydney: Tell me you agree with me, that we have no choice in this.

Jack: Of course we have a choice. And it's a moment I never wanted you to face. To kill someone. I'm not talking about self-defense. I'm talking about premeditated murder. To be there when the door closes on him for the last time. Knowing you are responsible. That is something you never came close to considering before getting to know your mother.

[edit]

Passage, Part I

Irina: [to Sydney] You're so willing to take risks for your country. Why aren't you willing to do the same for your own happiness?

Kendall: Do you know where the nukes are?

Irina: Yes, I do.

Kendall: Where?

Irina: I've spent the last thirty-six nights lying on a steel mattress.

Kendall: And what the hell is that supposed to mean?

Irina: It means I would appreciate a pillow and blanket.

Vaughn: [to Sydney] This watch belonged to my father. It's broken now, but it used to keep perfect time. And when he gave it to me, he said, "You could set your heart by this watch." It stopped October 1st -- the day we met.

Marshall: [to Sark] Hi. Welcome. Don't kill me.

Sark: Look, I understand that none of you are inclined to believe a word I say but I assure you, it's not in my best interest to betray you. You've given me an opportunity of a lifetime, and I don't intend to squander it.

Sydney: [to Sark] I'm here to remind you what I hope is obvious but I don't wanna overestimate your intelligence. If you burn me, I burn you.

Sark: I must admit, this is one of the most impressive operations I've seen. Though it is a touch pathetic how so many of them believe they actually work for the CIA.

Sloane: Look at me. You've offered me a substantial prize to make our partnership worthwhile, but do not think for a second that gives you the right to insult my people.

Sloane: I've been a presence in Sydney's life since she was born. Sydney will believe whatever I tell her to.

Sark: And her father? He must often battle the temptation to tell her the truth about SD-6. I'd hate to see Jack's paternal instincts compromise our objectives. So, for the time being, I wouldn't tell him what those codes are really for.

Mysterious Caller: We have your wife, and, yes, she's alive. You will provide us with the account numbers for all of SD-6's investments, or the Alliance will be informed that you failed to carry out her execution.

Sloane: Offer me proof that she's alive. Until then, know this: as soon as I hang up the phone I will use every available resource to find out who I'm talking to and when I do, it will be my sincere pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Sydney: You said you didn't tell us the truth because you were trying to protect me, because you didn't want to risk Sark finding out that I was a double agent. The thing is, someone now has the ability to detonate six nuclear weapons and I am responsible. So I am going to be part of the team that finds and disarms those warheds no matter what you do. But if you were telling the truth when you said you wanted to protect me, then, Mom, I need your help.

[edit]

Passage, Part II

Sloane: What do you want?

Mysterious Caller: One hundred million in bearer bonds.

Sloane: This is about money?

Mysterious Caller: Everything is about money. Instructions for the drop have been electronically mailed to you. You have twenty-four hours. Fail to deliver the bonds, and the next delivery will go to the Alliance.

Irina: So, Sydney, how's school?

Sydney: I'm writing my dissertation... supposedly.

Sydney: You know, some people go miniature golfing with their parents. We go to India and look for nukes.

Cuvee: Not to brag, but I'm kind of responsible for matchmaking you and Irina. Didn't she tell you? I was a supervisor at the KGB. I was the one who gave her the assignment to go to the US and marry a CIA officer. Now, you weren't the only prospect, of course. But you had the most potential. Ha! I actually thought it would dawn on you that a woman like this would never go for someone like you. Luckily for me, your ego was too big for that.

Irina: You must have a lot of questions.

Sydney: Yeah.

Irina: One thing that should not wait any longer is why I shot you in Taipei. The rebel leader, Gerard Cuvee... When you were in Taipei, he was in the next room watching to see if I would betray him or you. Shooting you in the shoulder, giving you time to escape, it was the only way I could think to maintain his trust and keep him from killing both of us.

Jack: (takes sat phone from Syd) This is Jack. You'll either hear from us again or you won't.

[edit]

The Abduction

Marshall: You know what I always say - if it ain't Baroque, don't fix it!

Ariana Kane: I don't trust anyone who doesn't have the sense to know when he's being insulted.

Sydney: I can't just give SD-6 a fake Marshall.

Sydney: [to Will] But after Danny and what happened to you, I've accepted the fact that it's a gesture of love to deceive the people I care about.

Ariana Kane: More secrets have been revealed through pillow talk than through torture. If there's a prostitute or a stewardess out there you think may have heard you talking in your sleep, I need to know about it.

Jack: There is one way for you to verify if my nocturnal activities are a security risk, Ms. Kane, but somehow I think we'd both prefer the torture.

Ariana Kane: Men always call women crazy when they're caught with their pants down.

Irina: I don't imagine that means you've decided to trust me?

Jack: Our previous... dealings would indicate that your strategy here may be long-term. So for now, I trust that your behavior is predictable.

Irina: By "previous dealings" you mean our marriage? You know, technically, we may still be husband and wife.

Sark: [about Irina] I learned a lot from her. In some ways, I think of her as a mother myself.

Sydney: Listen to me. You and I have nothing in common. We're not friends, we're not gonna become friends, and you certainly won't bait me with stories about a woman I never knew.

Sark: You know, it's a pity we're traveling separately. We could've used the opportunity to get to know each other better.

Sydney: Yeah, I'm broken up about that too.

Vaughn: Devlin made it clear that we cannot, under any circumstances, allow SD-6 to access Echelon. And sabotaging the mission is too risky after Kashmir. Sloane could start to suspect something. We've considered every option, Syd, there's no other way to do this. [sighs] When you and Marshall return from London, we'll take him into protective custody. He'll be transported to Langley for an extensive debrief.

Sydney: As ridiculous as this sounds, SD-6 is his whole life. It's never easy finding out everything you believe in is a lie.

Vaughn: We'll do whatever we can to make it easier for him, I promise. And when he adjusts, he'll have the option to come work for us.

Jack: You were right. Although our marital contract was founded on fraudulent pretenses, it's still valid until it's annulled. Which means, technically, we are still married.

Irina: Jack. Thus far, I've agreed to be debriefed only by Sydney. From now on, I'm willing to talk to you, too.

[edit]

A Higher Echelon

Sydney: I have a crush on a guy from work.

Francie: Really? Who is he?

Sydney: Someone in my department. We've worked together for about a year now.

Kendall: I just got off the phone with the director again and he asked me again if I knew we were in the intelligence business.

Jack: [About Sloane's reaction upon losing Marshall] It was as if someone had overcooked his steak.

Marshall: I swear on my mother's grave, I don't know. And though technically Mom's still alive, she has picked out her gravesite, so--

Dixon: I speak nine languages. Techno is not one of them!

Vaughn: I got your psych report back. You did well.

Will: I'm not a sociopath?

Vaughn: Well, I didn't say that. [laughs]

[edit]

The Getaway

Sydney: How long have you known about this?

Jack: I didn't tell you because it didn't concern you!

Sydney: If the Alliance thinks you're lying to them, they'll kill you. That concerns me!

Jack: What concerns me is having them suspect that you're my accomplice. That's why I kept you out of it.

Jack: So we can assume a secondary objective, which is to make Arvin suffer. Someone harboring an acute hatred - meaning it could be anyone.

Weiss: I share my fights with you!

Vaughn: No you don't.

Weiss: Yeah, you remember when, er, remember when Alan pissed in the living room?

Vaughn: That was your dog.

Weiss: Yeah, but I was angry about it and I let you know how upset I was.

Marshall: Actually, um, Mr. Sloane, I noticed you're not wearing the tie I gave you.

[Sloane ignores his comment]

Marshall: [faded smile] It's okay.

Vaughn: Involving you had no upside.

Sydney: There's no upside to keeping me informed? You didn't tell me about Monolo or that you had discussions with my mother! You didn't even tell me that you were seeing Alice again!

Vaughn: Wait. What is this about?

Sydney: This is about me being too old to be coddled!

Sloane: We did it.

Emily: Are you sure? Are you sure it worked?

Sloane: Yes, my love. We're free.

[edit]

Phase One

Geiger: Jack, I know you are disloyal. I know your daughter is too. Both your files, there were so many red flags, I thought I was in a Russian airport.

Weiss: There's no way that guy smells as good as you.

Vaughn: It's aftershave. I got a new aftershave.

Weiss: Yeah, well, I'd lighten up on it.

Vaughn: Yeah?

Weiss: Oh, yeah. To the point of, er, non-use.

Sark: The new boss has a dreadful personality, don't you think?

Sydney: I've seen worse.

Sark: Am I supposed to take that personally?

Vaughn: And the thing that makes me crazy every day is people that would kill us if we're seen together - the Alliance, SD-6, Sloane - are the very forces that brought you into my life to begin with. What kind of a sick joke is that?

Sydney: I need you to tell me.

Vaughn: You need me to tell you what? That when you're on operations, I can't sleep at night? That when we're in debrief I have to force myself to remember what the hell we're supposed to be reviewing when all I wanna do is kiss you?

Sark: Sydney leaked the intel to the CIA and the rest played out exactly as you predicted it would. So congratulations, sir. The Alliance is gone.

Sloane: We shouldn't celebrate yet. As you know, there's much more work to be done.

Sark: I just wanted to let you know that phase one is complete.

[edit]

Double Agent

Sydney: About last night ...

Vaughn: Is this going to be about Alice?

Sydney: I know it's complicated ...

Vaughn: We're not together anymore.

Sydney: Since when?

Vaughn: Since this morning. The truth is, we've been over for a long time.

Lennox: Emma used to say that she had spent so much of her life pretending to be other people that she was afraid she might disappear. And I have been sitting here trying to remember all her aliases. You're right. It's hard to keep track.

Sydney: I lost my fiancé last year and I know we're trained to compartmentalize things that hurt too much, but I still haven't been able to do that. As hard as it is, I would rather feel it than to not feel anything.

Lennox: I could've sworn you were a blonde.

Sydney: I was. My hair's usually brown. Hard to keep track.

Jack: We've decrypted the specs on Project Helix that you and Vaughn obtained. The data describes a breakthrough in next-generation molecular gene therapy. It refers to a new procedure whereby a patient's face and body are reshaped to identically resemble someone else. Agent Lennox was the first test subject to be doubled.

Sydney: How is this possible without obvious scarring?

Jack: The procedure isn't surgical. A patient's genetic code is altered to reshape their physical attributes.

Sydney: Is it reversible?

Jack: It's unclear. It only works on people of a certain genetic disposition and the recipient must be induced into a comatose state for several days while their cells regenerate. The data indicates the only way to distinguish the real person from the double is by an ocular scan. A flaw in the iris was deliberately built into the procedure to tell them apart.

[edit]

A Free Agent

Sydney: I'm graduating today.

Vaughn: What? When the hell did you have time to take a class this year?

Sydney: I wasn't even going to go to the ceremony but... And I've been lying here remembering why I never gave school up and why I killed myself writing papers instead of... I don't know, accepting that I'd be an agent forever.

Vaughn: You're going to quit the CIA, aren't you?

Sydney: I've had two years of perspective! I am through letting Arvin Sloane control my life and I don't need your approval to resign! I told you as a courtesy!

Kendall: Well, then, I will pay you the courtesy of informing you that if you leave this agency, you forfeit the clearance to see your mother.

Sloane: Ah... you must be the man that Sark told me about. The man that Sydney was willing to kill me for.

Vaughn: She would have killed you for a lot less.

Vaughn: Marshall? I'm Michael Vaughn. Welcome to the CIA.

Marshall: [smiles nervously] Heard that one before.

Vaughn: [smiles] Well, this time it's for real. [gestures for Marshall to turn] We have a desk set up for you.

Marshall: [turns] Syd!

Sydney: How are you?

Marshall: I'm fine, except every few moments I fight the urge to weep openly. But that's normal, right?

Sydney: Hello?

Sloane: Congratulations, Sydney. You have so many things to celebrate today. I, myself, am still coping with the pain and disappointment of learning that you and Jack were double agents. The two people I trusted most in the world.

...

Sloane: You don't really think it was a coincidence that I happened to be away these past two weeks, do you? The intel that you acquired that allowed the CIA to take down the Alliance -- I provided that. My involvement with the Alliance is merely a means to an end.

Sydney: Why are you telling me this?

Sloane: Because knowing that I'm alive is going to tempt you to come after me. Don't. We've helped set each other free, Sydney. And as much as I wish you well, I will end your life if you get in my way.

...

Sloane: [On the phone] Our first honest conversation, Sydney, and you have nothing to say?

Sydney: Listen to me, you son of a bitch! You have been a plague on my life. You repulse me! Every time I sat across from you, listening to your lies, all I could do was fantasize about slashing your throat!

Jack: [about Kendall] Legally, he's right. Ethically, he's an ass.

Sydney: I'm thinking of leaving the CIA. Which would mean giving up my clearance to see you.

Irina: You're too forgiving, Sydney. Don't pretend I'm something I'm not. I've never been a real mother to you and... you don't owe me a second chance. If you make this decision about me, you're a fool. In fact, if you decide to stay I won't agree to see you anymore. Take care of yourself.

Dixon: How long have you known?

Sydney: Two years. I wanted to tell you so many times, but I was ordered not to. The CIA had no way to verify what I knew in my heart was true -- that you would never consider working for a man like Arvin Sloane.

Dixon: We were partners. You lied to me, then chose to tell me the truth when it was convenient for you. I never want to see you again.

Sark: I made contact with our point man. He's assembling a team for the bank but I must question your decision to lead them in yourself. In spite of your precautions, it's wildly risky, given your new level of notoriety.

Sloane: I'm approaching the finish line of a thirty-year odyssey. I won't let anyone else take the final steps for me.

Marshall: [while explaining something]... Mr. Ken... Director. Is that with one "L"?

Kendall: Two.

Marshall: Of course... I mean, why would it be one? By the way sir, this place is way cooler than SD-6...

Kendall: Get to the point.

[edit]

Firebomb

Sydney: [to Sloane] The CIA has a hit list. Thirty-five people worldwide its agents are allowed to kill. Thirty-five out of six billion. You're one of them. Which means when I kill you, I won't even be breaking the law.

Sloane: This is bigger than SD-6. Bigger than the CIA.

Vaughn: Can it wait?

Weiss: Apparently not, he wants Sydney too. Are you with her?

Vaughn: Uh ... No. I haven't seen her.

Weiss: You're in bed with her right now, aren't you?

Vaughn: I'm trying... just find out what he wants.

Will: But in the hell-hath-no-fury department, I figure this woman would pay us to mess with her ex.

Francie: You know, Sydney, you've been acting sort of weird lately.

Sydney: Really? I thought you'd been acting weird. I thought maybe it was because of Will.

Francie: You don't talk to me anymore.

Sydney: I'm sorry, Francie. I just get so caught up in work.

Francie: Don't forget. We used to be really good friends. You can talk to me.

Weiss: We just had an Echelon intercept. Key words were picked up: "terrorist," "weapons of mass destruction." But you ready for this? "Rambaldi."

Vaughn: Did you get coordinates?

Weiss: Yeah. Yours. We don't know what's happening but you're not waiting for us to find out. Get out now!

Vaughn: You said everyone in the radius was affected, even people who were taking cover?

Marshall: Yeah. Well, there's no defense against this kind of energy. It goes through walls, concrete, steel, everything.

Kendall: There's no shield.

Marshall: No. Sorry. Oh, um, I should probably also tell you that, um, this kind of energy knocks out computer circuitry. Which means if it's pointed at the sky, it could take down planes.

Dixon: I'm out.

Vaughn: Sydney's in trouble.

Dixon: Respect my decision.

Vaughn: I can't do that. Not when your decision may cost Sydney her life. You wouldn't tell Sydney how you infiltrated Kabir's so she found an alternate way in using what turned out to be faulty intel. She was captured and unless we find another confirmed access point, no one will be sent in to get her out.

Dixon: I can't judge you for not telling me about SD-6.

Sark: You talk of power and control. But when you create a completely powerful weapon, you leave it in the hands of a complete stranger.

[edit]

A Dark Turn

Jack: We may never have a better chance to get Sloane. Remember, without Irina's help, the operation in Kashmir would have been an embarrassment.

Kendall: Jack, when the hell did we switch places? Derevko could be using this operation just to convince us that she's trustworthy.

Jack: I've had twenty years to reflect on that woman's ability to deceive. Trust me. If she lies to me again, I'll know it.

Irina: I wanted to see you because... it's going to be dangerous, setting this trap. I hope it goes well but there's no guarantee. So whatever happens, there's something I need you to know. Sydney, I love you.

Sydney: Mom--

Irina: You don't have to say anything. I'm pretty sure I haven't earned very much, and that's okay. This was just something I needed to say.

Kendall: Jack, you make this happen, you can have my job.

Jack: No, thanks.

Sydney: What is this about? I'd appreciate a little context here. You haven't even given me your name.

Yeager: I'm Mitchell Yeager, I'm counter-intelligence threat analyst. That should give you a little context. I've been sent here to investigate Michael Vaughn. It's come to our attention that over the past three months, Mr. Vaughn has been in contact with a number of unapproved foreign operatives. He's also actively pursued contact with Mr. Pograski, who happens to be a former KGB assassin known to have ties with at least three terrorist organizations.

...

Sydney: Listen to me, there is not a chance that he is a traitor, that he would be collaborating with an enemy.

Yeager: You know, I knew your mother. About twenty years ago, met her with your father. We used to go to a lot of these agency functions, you know. She was, uh, charming. Very disarming woman... who wasn't what she seemed.

Sydney: [After getting a call] I have to go in.

Vaughn: Of course you do, it's your day off.

Vaughn: Look, there is something you don't know about me. I don't like it when people question my loyalty. It makes me insane.

Sydney: This isn't about loyalty. I never said anything about loyalty.

Vaughn: When you ask me if I'm keeping secrets, the suggestion's pretty clear.

Sydney: And you know what? Secrets will be a problem between us. After everything we've been through, you should know that.

Sydney: Research? What kind of research?

Vaughn: It's something private. Something just for me.

Sydney: Who do you think you work for? Nothing is private. You're being investigated.

...

Vaughn: I had to find out if she was deceiving us again. I mean, I could not sleep at night knowing I was doing nothing. That somehow, I was helping her.

Sydney: And did you find anything?

Vaughn: Nothing. She's clean.

Sloane: It's good to see you again, Irina.

Irina: Thank you for extracting me.

[edit]

Truth Takes Time

Jack: Your mother betrayed us. Betrayed the CIA. Her meeting with Sloane was staged to secure her escape.

Sydney: You don't know that. Sloane could've set up the meet to abduct her.

Jack: Before the operation, she swapped the Rambaldi manuscript. She left us with a fake. She and Sloane are now in possession of the original. Sydney, they planned this.

Sydney: My mother's earrings. They found a note she left. She wanted me to have them. Just now, when my dad was telling me, the first thought I had was that she was dead, that she'd been killed. I had this whole thing in my head that she died proving herself a hero.

Dixon: No one can be blamed for trusting their own mother.

Sydney: I wish she had been killed.

Irina: I see through you. You must know that.

Sloane: This is who I am.

Irina: You may need to think of yourself as an honorable husband, a father figure, but I don't. I will never see that man in you, which frankly is why we have this agreement.

Sloane: You need to get some rest.

Irina: Never talk to me about your love for Sydney again.

Sydney: You were right to investigate her.

Vaughn: Sydney . . .

Sydney: No, it's okay. It's the truth. I'm not blaming you, it's me. I was so naive about her.

Vaughn: I don't think you should be a part of this task force. Look, you know how I feel about Irina Derevko but no one should have to hunt down their own mother, no matter what the circumstances are.

Sydney: You bought Vaughn a present?

Francie: Why not?

Will: Because it's the weirdest thing of all time?

Sydney: [watching Emily on security camera footage] She's alive?

Jack: She walked through the front door, told the duty guard she is the wife of Arvin Sloane, that she wants to cooperate with the CIA and that she will only talk to you.

[edit]

Endgame

Irina: This plan might not hold up. The CIA knows too much: they could guess why we were after the genetic database.

Sloane: I'm not interested in the database. I want satellite footage of Tuscany. I want to know who murdered my wife.

Irina: We both had to make sacrifices, Arvin. You won't forgive yourself if you stop now. We're so close to knowing what Rambaldi knew.

Sloane: I wish I never heard that man's name.

Sark: I'm like anyone, Mr. Caplan. What I want is that which I never had.

Sydney: Vaughn. I mean, okay. The backpack is getting a little ridiculous.

Vaughn: What do you mean?

Sydney: [she points to her bureau] The middle drawer. It's yours.

...

Weiss: She gave you a drawer, huh?

Vaughn: It was a gesture of convenience.

Weiss: And, uh, what did you put in it?

Vaughn: Why do you care?

Weiss: What do you mean, why do I care? Do you know how spoiled you are? You know, a drawer! I wish I had a girlfriend to say "Hey, do you want a drawer?"

Vaughn: I'll give you a drawer at my place.

Weiss: I don't wanna drawer in your place.

...

Weiss: [to Vaughn] If we end up sharing a cell in federal prison, I'm not giving you a drawer.

Jack: I'm not willing to risk your life based on speculative intel you acquired from a Russian spy.

Sydney: Why would she lie?

Jack: That's precisely the question!

Sydney: She turned herself in!

Jack: She's not the first!

Sydney: We downloaded the DNA database Caplan decrypted from the computer he was working on. We finally have a lead on Sloane and Derevko.

Jack: Good. But, Sydney, if you go around me again I'll have you transferred and finding them will no longer be part of your job description.

[edit]

Countdown

Sloane: I'm taking a leave. I want you to continue without me.

Sark: Sir, not to belittle your grief, but do not deny yourself the victory of a thirty-year pursuit.

Sloane: If I don't see you again, Mr. Sark, tell Irina that I hope you both succeed where I couldn't.

Vaughn: You're saying that five hundred years ago Rambaldi drew the DNA profile of a man who's alive today?

Kerry: It gets even better. Di Regno's DNA profile was a code key. It let us decrypt page 94 of the Rambaldi manuscript.

Dixon: What's on the page?

Brandon: Times and dates, each marking an apocalyptic event.

Sydney: There's a future date listed on the page, isn't there?

Brandon: Forty-eight hours from now.

Sydney: What's the prediction?

Kerry: The page doesn't say, it just gives the time. It's the equivalent of midnight, eastern standard time.

Jack: I've worked with Agent Dixon for nearly a dozen years. You've worked with him for little over a month. If he feels ready to be in the field, I'm going to accord him that respect.

Vaughn: But given his state of mind, do you really think he's the right person to make that decision?

Jack: Yes.

Vaughn: Jack, he just lost his wife. I mean, with all due respect, why are you fighting with me on this?

Jack: I'm not required to justify my decisions to you, Agent Vaughn. However, I recruited Agent Dixon into SD-6. I'm the man who sold him the lie he was working for the CIA. I introduced him to the man who killed his wife. I will not be the one to tell him he can't assist in Sloane's capture.

Sydney: I need you to look me in the eye and promise me that you can handle this.

Dixon: I promise.

Sydney: Okay, let's go.

Conrad: [to Sloane] Now you understand. Your journey has just begun.

[edit]

Second Double

Fake Francie: [on the phone] Will Tippin may be compromised.

Sark: Our superiors deal in absolutes. Either he is or he's not.

Fake Francie: The CIA is on a mole hunt to find out who accessed the defense satellite communications system. It's only a matter of time before they trace it back to Tippin, and then to me.

Sydney: I have known Will for years. Trust me on this.

Jack: There's another possibility... that the man we have in custody is not Will Tippin. Project Helix. The doubling prototype that you destroyed in Poland was designed to reshape a person's physical attributes to identically resemble someone else. The prototype's database revealed two scheduled recipients of the procedure: Dr. Markovic who was killed, and a second unknown individual.

Sydney: You think Will is the double.

Kendall: We found Provacillium in Will's car. It's a medication usually taken by gene therapy patients to keep the body from rejecting the DNA mutations.

Will: What was that eye scan?

Sydney: It's a test. It analyzes your retina. Someone who's been doubled develops proteins. They're like markers. They found proteins.

Sydney: If someone wanted to set Will up, this is exactly what they would do -- plant these clues, condition him. I'd like permission to assign Francie protective detail. If Sloane is targeting my friends, she could be next.

Jack: Done.

Sydney: I'd also like to speak to her about Will. She might have information that could help.

Jack: Tell her what you think is necessary, but only what's necessary.

Fake Francie: [on the phone] I intercepted a DOJ transmission. They're moving Tippin to a more secure location. Once he's there he will be unreachable.

Sark: Organize a team to intercept the transport and extract him. To the CIA, this will confirm his value to us.

Fake Francie: And once we have him?

Sark: Kill him.

Jack: Sydney, you have to accept the possibility that the man we have in custody is not your friend.

Sydney: Dad, I don't believe it.

Jack: I understand.

Sydney: 'Cause if it wasn't Will then Will is most likely dead and I can't handle that.

[Sloane joins Jack at his outdoor table at a restaurant.]

Sloane: It's good to see you, Jack.

Jack: I assume that since you're sitting across from me with so little regard for your life, I'm in the cross hairs of a sniper rifle.

Sloane: Two of them.

Sloane: I'm curious, Jack. When did our friendship end?

Jack: The moment you recruited Sydney over my objections.

Sloane: Ahh. I thought so. If I had known that decision would cost me our friendship and my relationship with Sydney, I would have done things differently.

Sydney: You erased it...

Irina: I transferred a copy to a secure location. I'll give it to you. In exchange, I want you to do something.

Sydney: Go to hell!

Irina: If you don't, you'll never clear Will's name. He'll be tried as a traitor and executed. I'll be calling on you soon, Sydney.

[edit]

The Telling

Sydney: We received a file, a DNA string, of the person who was doubled.

Will: And?

Sydney: Your DNA didn't match and there was no Provacillium in your blood. You've been cleared.

Will: That file, the DNA string, was there a name attached to it?

Sydney: There was but we don't have any leads yet.

Will: What was the name?

Sydney: A.G. Doren.

Irina: You received my intel. Your friend was cleared. I told you I'd want a favor. This is it. 266 Kroner Strasse in Zurich. I've just given you the address of Sloane's warehouse where he's hiding the Rambaldi artifacts.

Sydney: That's not why you're here.

Irina: Yes. It's the only reason.

Sydney: Suddenly you want us to have Sloane's artifacts?

Irina: Sydney, I know our relationship is complicated but I'm your mother. I have to believe that would be the case under any circumstance. Go to Zurich.

Sark: Allison... we can't reverse the process. Markovic's lab was destroyed. But we're doing everything we can to retreive the lost data. And I'm hopeful that we will find a way to reverse the process.

Fake Francie: I may have to stay this way?

Sark: No, no. We'll get you back.

Weiss: Mr. Tippin, I'm Agent Weiss. We're all through here, I'm supposed to take you to where you'll be staying.

Will: Is there a computer I can use here? The name on this DNA file, A.G. Doren, I know that from somewhere. I just want to check it out.

Sloane: He had so many brilliant creations. Rambaldi. But there was one in particular, a machine. He called it "il dire" - the telling. The construction consists of forty-seven pieces. Classic Rambaldi. As you know, it took me a long time, longer than I thought, but I've acquired them all, including the Di Regno heart with your help. They're in the next room, Jack. I have a team assembling "il dire" right now. They said it shouldn't be more than a day.

Jack: And then what?

Sloane: I've seen things recently. I've seen what's possible. There's a change coming, Jack. Something even I couldn't imagine.

Sydney: Get off the ledge now!

Irina: Sloane believes he's been chosen to realize the word of Rambaldi. But you, too, have been chosen.

Sydney: If you think I'm bluffing...

Irina: It's you in the prophecy, Sydney, not me. Only you can stop him. Good luck, sweetheart. I love you.

Fake Francie: I just remembered. Francie doesn't like coffee ice cream.

Will: [whispering, leaving a message for Syd] Sydney, it's me. Listen, this is going to sound insane but I just found Provacillium in the bathroom and I think that... I think that... uh, okay, just think about it. I think that the double is Franc-

Vaughn: We thought you were dead. They asked me to come back to . . . to explain.

Sydney: Come back from what? What are you talking about? [noticing his hand] Vaughn... why are you wearing that ring?

Vaughn: Syd... since that night... you were missing. You've been missing for almost two years.

[edit]

Season 3

[edit]

The Two

Vaughn: I chose not to stay with the CIA after your death.

Sydney: You're not with the Agency?

Vaughn: No. I'm a teacher.

Sydney: Where's my father? Or . . . or my mom - have you heard from her since Mexico City? Vaughn said Will's alive. If there was a fire in my apartment, if he thought I was dead, then how did Will survive? Where is he?

Dixon: Sydney ...

Sydney: And Francie - is she dead? Did they find her body, too?

Dixon: I know you have a million questions, but ...

Sydney: I have a lot more than a million questions! I wish I only had a million questions!

Sydney: They told me you were charged with resisting authority. Dad, I don't understand.

Jack: I became obsessed with your death; with finding those responsible. And at a certain point in my pursuit, I needed help. So I contacted the one person I believed I could trust, given the circumstances...your mother.

Sydney: You were working with Mom?

Jack: At the time, she was number 6 on the CIA's most wanted list. The National Security Council, primarily ... Robert Lindsey. You met him?

Sydney: Yes.

Jack: He discovered that I was collaborating with your mother, so he threatened me, questioned my allegiance to this country. He chose to make an example of me - an NSC power play. And here we are.

Jack: Vaughn what?

Sydney: He got married.

Jack: Michael Vaughn is just a boy who was never good enough for you.

Weiss: You're not gonna like my suggestion: you should go see Arvin Sloane.

Sydney: What?

Weiss: Sloane negotiated a pardon after your . . . death. He's now a consultant for the CIA. Yeah, he now runs a world health organization in Zurich: OMNIFAM.

Sloane: You remember the Rambaldi device? The machine designed 500 years ago by a prophet? All I did was bring all the pieces together and have it assembled. And when I turned it on, it delivered a message, as I suspected it would. I wasn't prepared for what it said. The message was just one word, one simple word: peace. The epiphany I had at that moment . . . suddenly I saw all the mistakes I'd made, the pain I had inflicted on the world, the people I loved. So I chose right then and there to give information to the CIA with which they were able to dismantle at least two dozen terrorist cells.

Sydney: I don't know how you convinced the CIA that you're trustworthy . . .

Sloane: Why don't you check my files?

Sydney: I know you too well. I don't buy any of it.

French Contact: Forgive me if I look shocked to you, but I was believing that you were dead.

Sydney: I was. But now I'm not.

French Contact: This is why I love our business.

Vaughn: I came by to see how you were.

Sydney: Are you kidding me?

Vaughn: No, I just wanted to make sure that you're-

Sydney: You didn't come by to see how I am. You came by to see how you were, because you know what you did, you want to make sure you're okay.

Vaughn: I buried you. Consider that for one second.

Sydney: Don't use rational thought as a defense with me, not after all you and I have seen. Vaughn, you and I live and breathe madness every day on the job. There is no rational thought. I can't pretend to have a conversation about anything else with you. What it comes down to is faith. What I was hoping you'd say was, "I gave up on us, I lost faith." But what you came here for was closure, and there is not a chance you are getting that from me. I'm not gonna say I understand. I'm not gonna sympathize with you, and tell you how hard this must be for you. But you wanna know how I am? I am horrible! Vaughn, I am ripped apart. And not because I lost you, but because if it had been me, I would've waited. I would've found the truth. I wouldn't have given up on you. And now I realize what an absolute waste that would've been.

[edit]

Succession

Weiss: [helping Sydney move] You're sure you're okay with this? I mean, are you going to be all right? By yourself?

Sydney: I just can't wrap my head around it. I mean, Francie's been dead for two years, but I feel like I saw her a few days ago. And now that Will is in the witness protection, I can't even contact him. All my friends are just . . . gone.

Weiss: Not all your friends.

Sydney: Without even knowing why these people want Sark, how can we even consider this?

Lindsey: We think we know why they want him. They want him so they can kill him.

Sydney: Where was I buried?

Jack: You were cremated. Vaughn spread your ashes at sea.

Jack: A world relief organization. The sheer audacity of your alleged turnaround would be laughable, if you weren't so dangerous.

Sloane: I was wondering when you'd come to see me, Jack.

Jack: Personally I would have found it anti-climactic that after expecting to assemble a weapon of ultimate power you found a revelation you could have acquired from a fortune cookie.

Sloane: Jack, don't go digging. You won't find anything. I know that you were imprisoned for making contact with your ex-wife. You went to Irina Derevko for help to find Sydney. Now I wouldn't have believed that you would ally yourself with a woman you vowed you'd never trust again. So, if you're capable of having such a change of heart, why is it so hard to believe that I am as well?

Jack: Because every morally questionable thing I have done has been to protect Sydney. You don't have the same excuse.

Sloane: Really?

Sark: Sydney... you know how highly I regard your abilities as an operative, but... even I didn't think you were capable of cheating death once your remains had been identified...If it wasn't your body they removed from the ashes, whose was it?

Sark: If I'm to understand what you're saying, you have no idea where you've been for the last two years. . . . None? . . . Unbelievable! I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh, it's just . . . I'm speechless. Sydney, if Sloane had intended to abduct you, I wasn't privy to it.

Sydney: What if I said I still don't believe you?

Sark: I'd say it'd make no difference. In twenty-four hours I'll be free, and . . . you'll remain in the dark.

Lindsey: Who the hell do you think you are!?

Sydney: I'm the person who's going to hold you accountable if they kill him!

Lindsey: Oh, you're going to hold me responsible!?

Sydney: Did I stutter?

...

Lindsey: If you're finished, this is the men's room.

Sydney: Who let you in?

[A Covenant agent brings Sark wine.]

Covenant Agent: Chateau Patreuse, 1982 - your favorite, no?

Sark: [surprised] Have we met?

Sark: Eight hundred million dollars? I have nowhere near that amount in my nest egg.

Covenant Agent: That, Mr. Sark, you do.

Man at Group Meeting: How long you been back?

Sydney: A little over a week.

Man at Group Meeting: The dreams start yet? Nightmares?

Sydney: Nope.

Man at Group Meeting: They will.

[edit]

Reunion

Lauren: The risks you are describing have already been factored into our analysis. And as for SD-6, the Alliance doesn't exist anymore . . .

Sydney: Well, the only reason that SD-6 and the Alliance broke down is because Arvin Sloane, a man the White House pardoned by the way, wanted them to! So do me a favor and don't revise history that I lived through!

Vaughn: All right, enough! Sark was an inch away from initiating a nuclear exchange, and that was only Phase One. Capturing Sark, while it might put a smile on my face, will do nothing to shut down the Covenant.

Sydney: I haven't even asked anyone how they met.

Weiss: Are you asking me? The NSC was wrapping up the case on your mom ...uh, we were all deposed ... Lauren was the one asking the questions. They hit it off.

...

Sydney: Was everyone there? Dixon? Marshall . . . ?

Weiss: Syd, she's a good person. I'm not trying to rub it in, but I ... I don't want to be dishonest.

Lauren: We need access to the bunker; Sloane can get it for us. If we can use him, I don't see why we --

Sydney: Maybe you haven't been lucky enough to have firsthand experience with that psychopath . . .

Vaughn: She brokered his deal.

Sydney: What?

Lauren: I was part of the team that arranged for Sloane's pardon.

Vaughn: Look, none of us have any illusions about Sloane. The only reason he was given a pardon is because he provided us with intel that led to the destruction of terrorist cells ...

Sloane: Mr. Vaughn. You know, I remember how close you were with Sydney. I'm sure you share my relief in having her back.

Sydney: [to Sloane] You've made your obligations clear, now let me clarify mine. I am obliged to extract immeasurable pain from you the moment you are no longer a valuable source of intel for the CIA. Personally, I hope you don't help us out...

[edit]

A Missing Link

Sydney: What do you mean? Look there, he's saying . . . he's saying "Jewel" or "Julie" . . .

Jack: He could be saying any number of things. Sydney, I have already subjected this video to the most intense technological scrutiny available to the CIA.

Sydney: Maybe "Julia--"

Jack: If you want me to do a re-analysis, fine, but you have to stop punishing yourself.

Sydney: Why did the NSC want me in on this?

Lauren: I wanted you . . . Michael said you were the best.

Weiss: It's not an alias she's ever used with us before.

Vaughn: There's no mention of a Julia in her SD-6 files.

Weiss: Right. Which means, last two years, when she was supposedly being held by the Covenant--

Vaughn: What? You think she was operational?

Sloane: [to Lauren] I must admit, I was concerned for you when Sydney resurfaced. I remembered seeing her with Vaughn: their relationship reminded me of my own with my late wife. It was the kind of bond that even death cannot sever. Hmmm. Well, apparently I misjudged.

Vaughn: I've never worked with anyone who can improvise better than you can . . . but when Simon called you Julia ... your reaction ... You didn't seem surprised.

Sydney: Vaughn--

Vaughn: No. Tell me what's going on. Look, I know we're not where we were, but even before then, professionally, we never kept secrets from each other. I'm still on your side ...

Sydney: You're right: we're not where we were. And trust me when I tell you, I am doing you a favor by keeping you out of it.

Jack: Vaughn's been quizzing me about "Julia." I tried shutting down his inquiry, but apparently something you said has made that impossible.

Sydney: All I said was that I couldn't talk about it.

Jack: Which, of course, has only piqued his interest.

Sydney: I thought you said we need to keep this secret!

Jack: Yes, from the NSC, which is what we've done.

Sydney: You knew Dixon would order Vaughn to keep this from Lauren. If the NSC found out, I'd be pulled.

Jack: In time, you would have come to the same conclusion.

Sydney: Maybe, yes, but I wouldn't have acted on it. The last thing I want is to be responsible for driving a wedge between Vaughn and Lauren.

Jack: That is a concern I do not share.

Sydney: I can't afford to make a distinction between professional and personal - not in my life. I mean, this job took two years from me. Everything is personal.

Jack: [to Sydney] When you compelled the NSC to release me from prison, you told me you'd done so because... you needed your father; that you needed my strength. Twelve months in solitary would have an effect on anyone; something that allowed me to stay focused was your... strength. Don't lose it now...

Walker: Tell me who the hell you're working for!

Sydney: I'm working for myself, you son of a bitch!

Lauren: What about my father?

Sloane: Well, he knew how badly you wanted to become field rated, and he thought it was too dangerous, so he made sure it didn't happen. But you knew that - didn't you?

[edit]

Repercussions

Sydney: When am I going to see you again? I have so many questions . . .

Walker: 'Bout what?

Sydney: Everything . . .

Walker: Oh, yeah, well, we work well together. And I have your number; there's always going to be another job coming up - I'll call you.

Sydney: A member of Walker's team caught Michael; I still don't know how. Walker ID'd him as CIA --

Lauren: -- and stabbed him and left him for dead. I already know all this. It's in the briefing. Thank you.

Sydney: Lauren, that's not . . . Walker had a gun to Michael's head. He was about to pull the trigger. I took his knife . . . I stabbed him myself.

Lauren: Sloane is attending an NPO conference in Mexico City. I have a briefing scheduled with him the day after tomorrow.

Sydney: I'm still catching up: What did Sloane have to do with this?

Lauren: Sloane gave us the intel that led to Bomani's arrest. The subsequent dismantling of his terror network wasn't simply one of the reasons we agreed to pardon Sloane: it was the predominant reason. He might have a lead.

Lauren: I don't know about you, but I can't work to the best of my abilities while wondering whether or not I'm being polite enough to my husband's ex-girlfriend.

Sydney: You don't need to be polite with me. We're both past formalities.

Lauren: Then I'll be blunt. I want you to request a transfer to another field office.

...

Sydney: I know we're being blunt, but was that a threat? You don't have the authority to have me transferred.

Lauren: The NSC will support me, when they learn that our working together is compromising their fight against the Covenant.

Sloane: [to Bomani] Yes, I turned you in, as you would have done me. Why? To obtain what you now need: legitimacy. In a nutshell, Mr. Bomani, I could help you become more powerful than ever.

Lauren: What I said about requesting you transferred to another field office - it wasn't my place. And it's…it's hard; but I'd really like this to work.

Sydney: I appreciate you saying that.

Sydney: You're telling us you gave this information to a man who is working with the Covenant.

Sloane: That's right. And now I'm giving it to you. So that you can disable it before the Covenant gets it.

Lauren: You've told Bomani you'd work for the Covenant?

Sloane: Yes. And now I'm telling you that I'm in the position to be a double agent. Working for the Covenant but loyal to the CIA ...What is it, Sydney?

Sydney: [in disbelief] This is classic ...

Marshall: Now as far as our technology can detect - and these are next gen tests, as high-end as it gets - he's not lyin', folks.

Sydney: If there's someone who can fool those tests, it's Sloane.

Marshall: Yeah, well, in theory, yes. But in practice, he'd really have to be using the next gen's next gen lie detector defeating tech, which frankly, even I can't imagine.

Sydney: Okay. Just so someone has said it: in the past two years, Sloane has obtained a pardon based mainly on the capture of a criminal who is now free. In addition, Sloane will be allowed to openly participate in Covenant activities, based on the promise that he will inform us of those activities. One could argue that he's just pulled off the con job of the century.

Lauren: It also appears that Bomani will kill Sloane if we interfere with his plans.

Sydney: And who here would lose sleep over that?

Simon: On a scale of one to ten, ten being the most degenerate displays of sexual theater known to man? Huh... Julia's like a 17!

[edit]

The Nemesis

Sloane: I miss LA. I miss Emily. I miss the friendship with your father. [sighs] I miss your confidence and trust. Perhaps, I can get it back someday?

Sydney: You will never have my confidence and trust ... or my father's friendship and respect ... ever.

Vaughn: It's been three weeks since I learned that Sydney murdered Lazarey ... I've been lying to my wife for three weeks.

Weiss: Vaughn, I know guys who've lied to their wives for a lot longer than that.

Vaughn: You understand that the reason your brother didn't like talking to you is because you say stupid things, right?

Marshall: This guy Lang created this really cool device. Basically, take it to any missile silo in all of Russia and it interfaces with the launch control console, bypasses all security protocols: initiation codes, the commander's launch key - irrelevant.

Sydney: It's a skeleton key for Russia's nuclear weapons?

Marshall: Yeah and to be honest, I'm just a little bit jealous.

Sark: Were you behind them extracting me from the CIA?

Allison: I wish I could claim credit for that. I only learned you were working for us recently.

Sark: My tenure began shortly after my father's murder. They freed me in exchange for my inheritance.

Allison: Who killed your father?

Sark: I don't know - but I intend to find out.

Lindsey: The Covenant doesn't want anyone to know they're behind the assassination.

Lauren: And your source believes their reach extends so far within the Russian government that they can make that happen.

Lindsey: You leave tonight. Any leak, and our source could be compromised and killed. That means no one at the CIA can know about this, including your husband.

Contact: How does a British woman become an American spy?

Lauren: I'm not a spy. And though I grew up in London, I was born in the United States. Now that you know my life story, I have some questions myself. Your government's running a probe into this. I would think you'd want to bring closure to your own investigation. Why come to us?

Vaughn: Is it Allison?

Sydney: Since I learned that she's alive . . . I keep wondering. Does she still look like her? Does she look like Francie? Because if she does? As much as I know I should keep her alive to maybe try to figure out the last two years of my life? All I'll wanna do is kill her.

Sydney: Why didn't she kill me?

Weiss: Maybe she likes you.

Sydney: Weiss, I'm serious.

Weiss: So am I! Come on. She lived with you for months. She doubled herself as your best friend; maybe in that time, she started to like you. I could see that happening.

Sloane: Sydney, I was very pleased when Dixon said you'd agreed to be my handler.

Sydney: It was an assignment, not an agreement - the way a janitor doesn't agree to clean a toilet. But as your handler, you'll do as I say, when I say it. I select your assignments; I design your missions. I control you, not the other way around.

Sloane: Is that what you used to let Vaughn do? Control you?

...

Sydney: You will set up a meeting with Sark and Allison. You'll explain to them that their travel plans have been compromised. You'll then offer them assistance in revising their arrangements.

Sloane: And pass the information along to you.

Sydney: That won't be necessary. You'll be wearing a wire.

Sloane: And if they discover that it's a setup?

Sydney: Then I get to hear them kill you.

Marshall: I don't know if you've noticed, but, uh…I'm not that smooth around the ladies, well, in fact, I'm a little awkward. Well, I mean, let's face it: You got the looks and I got the brains, but look, I wanted to propose to Carrie, so I came up with an idea, and I was hoping you could give me some objective feedback.

Vaughn: I got the looks, you got the brains!?

Sloane: You're looking well.

Allison: I look like someone else.

Weiss: This is why people from the CIA should not get married to people from the NSC, man. Don't poop where you sleep...

Vaughn: Thanks a lot.

[edit]

Prelude

Sloane: By the way, you look beautiful.

Sydney: Spare me.

Sloane: You know, Sydney, we should dance.

Sydney: Like hell.

Sloane: There was a time you trusted me.

Sydney: That was before I knew who you were . . . That was before I knew who I was.

Vaughn: You killed Javier Perez, you son of a bitch!

Jack: You've just returned from a traumatic experience, Mr. Vaughn. You're understandably emotional, which would explain your baseless accusation.

Vaughn: You're right, I am emotional. I get that way when I see a gun pressed to my wife's temple!

Jack: Ours is a risky business.

Vaughn: If you ever put my wife's life in danger again, I will kill you!

Jack: Then perhaps you finally understand the moral compromises you'll make when someone you love is in danger.

Sark: I understand your investigation into the Lazarey murder has hit a dead end. What a pity.

Lauren: How do you know about that?

Sark: I know because I framed Javier Perez, assuming he'd be extradited to the United States, and that once he was in custody, he'd be forced to confess what he knows - namely, the identity of Andrian Lazarey's murderer.

...

Sark: I recently learned that Sydney Bristow murdered a father I never had a chance to know. I suspect you have your own reasons for disliking her; therefore I'm confident that you'll relay this information to the appropriate parties.

Jack: Sloane gave you a key, which he claims was sent to him some time before you woke up in Hong Kong.

Sydney: Yeah, his claim was pretty convincing: it was written in my handwriting.

...

Jack: Remember when I told you that during the time you were missing, I contacted your mother? That cipher text was encoded using a method that she devised.

Sydney: What does this mean? That I was in contact with Mom during the two years I was gone?

Vaughn: . . . You already reported her.

Lauren: You followed your orders. I followed mine.

Sydney: If the NSC wants to find me, they will. Look, I was someone else for two years, Vaughn - someone I don't even remember. What am I supposed to do now? Spend the rest of my life in hiding?

Vaughn: Between that and a lobotomy, there isn't a choice!

Sydney: I can't keep running forever.

Vaughn: I'll do everything I can to make sure you won't have to.

Sydney: Vaughn, why are you doing this? My life is already a disaster ... now yours is, too.

Vaughn: What happened between us - everything. The way it is ... isn't anyone's fault, Sydney. And even though everything's changed, some things don't. I'm not gonna lose you twice.

Lauren: Under authority of the National Security Council, Robert Lindsey has instructed me to relieve you of duty as director of this task force until he arrives to assume control.

Dixon: On what grounds?

Lauren: Obstruction of justice. Willingly conspiring to impede an international investigation into the murder of Andrian Lazarey.

...

Lauren: These premises are to be locked down until Lindsey arrives with Federal Agents. That means, until such time, nobody leaves.

Dixon: I take it you have Sydney in custody.

Lauren: Not yet. But we know where she is.

[edit]

Breaking Point

Lauren: He's asked me to go with him: as an observer of Sydney's interrogation. Clearly, he's got nothing to hide.

Jack: We're waiting for Sloane.

Vaughn: You called Sloane on this?

Jack: You and I will be the prime suspects behind any attempt to free Sydney from NSC custody. Sloane has agreed to make it seem as if it were the work of the Covenant. Do I trust him on this? Not necessarily.

Lauren: But Sydney's made it very clear she doesn't remember anything.

Lindsey: But when we searched her flat in Rome, we found a coded message taped to the underside of her desk. Now, if she can decode that message, it may help us infiltrate or even take down the Covenant.

Lauren: What if she doesn't recognize the code?

Lindsey: As long as she demonstrates a willingness to cooperate, that surgery will be nothing more than a threat.

...

Lauren: No, I'm sorry, but if I'm going to chronicle our treatment of Sydney Bristow, I need to see how she's being treated.

Lindsey: How do you suppose it was that Sydney Bristow knew to flee the country before she was even aware the NSC wanted to take her into custody?

Vaughn: The fact that you're letting me see this place means: it's not your only one, is it?

Jack: You're smarter than you look.

Vaughn: I didn't know you wore glasses.

Jack: Only during surgery.

...

Vaughn: [to Jack] You're starting to like me again.

Marshall': Forensics guys are monitoring the network.

Vaughn: Isn't there any way to bypass that?

Marshall: Of course - it's me, but ... I give you the codes, you're gonna bust her out, aren't you? Kick some NSC booty? Can I just say ... love.

Jack: I've been trying to think of a single reason why you saved my life. The only conclusion I've come to is that it would incur some feeling of debt on my part.

Sloane: As usual, Jack, you're in danger of outsmarting yourself.

...

Sloane: You and Sydney still believe I'm pursuing some hidden agenda. Now, whatever you may perceive that agenda to be, clearly it would be easier to obtain if you were both dead, given that you're my most vocal detractors - my most capable antagonists.

Jack: Or you need us for something. Something you believe only we can provide.

...

Sloane: You and Sydney are my absolution, my penance. You're all I have left.

Campbell: [to Sydney] Your personality profile reveals your one major weakness: empathetic suffering is harder for you to sustain than physical torture. So ... thanks for caring.

...

Sydney: You better make sure I'm a vegetable when you're done with me...

[Syd pauses after seeing Sloane in the helicopter.]

Jack: He's with us. Get in!

Sydney: They wanted a code deciphered. That's what all of this was about: a code.

[edit]

Conscious

[Note: Quotes in italics are from Sydney's dream.]

Sydney: I suppose I owe you a "thank you."

Sloane: Sydney, as long as you're alive, you'll never owe me a thing.

Sloane: My foundation gives grants to various researchers. One of these men has in development a non-invasive therapy for treating long-term severe amnesia.

Sydney: If this therapy works, why didn't you mention it before now?

Sloane: Well, Sydney, until now I didn't think you'd be willing to accept my help.

Lauren: [to Sydney] So, I was an idiot. Michael tried to tell me about Lindsey, but I couldn't believe what he was saying. So ... so, I did what I always do. I followed the rules.

Sydney: What happens if what we're looking for isn't metal?

Jack: Then we're screwed; it isn't an unfamiliar situation.

Sydney: I've been through too much with him: I don't trust that man. I still can't believe that you don't feel the same.

Jack: What I'm feeling is irrelevant. In conspiring to save you from the NSC, Sloane's also given us all the ammunition we'd ever need to invalidate his pardon agreement. He's put his life in our hands.

Sydney: What are we saying they want?

Sloane: What about the Rambaldi device?

Sydney: You'd like that, wouldn't you.

Sloane: Sydney, I know what you're thinking. Why don't you ask yourself, if the device was so valuable to me why did I let it go?

Sydney: For your freedom. You traded it for your pardon. Here's your chance to get it back.

...

Jack: Once we make the exchange, the device will be destroyed. No one will have it.

Lauren: I know how hard this might be for you ...

[Sydney punches her.]

Sydney: That was for turning me in to Lindsey.

Jack: I used to think you didn't have much of a spine.

Vaughn: And has that assessment changed?

Jack: No.

[Jack smiles ever so slightly.]

Brazzel: I wasn't expecting you until Tuesday, and, um, uh ... then I realized that it is, it's Tuesday. You've come to me at a really awkward time ...

...

Brazzel: I don't know anything about you, except that I'm not supposed to know anything about you.

Jack: Suffice to say there are people who are under the impression that my daughter has committed a crime. Her memories are the only things that can exonerate her.

...

Brazzel: Be aware that if you encounter a new memory, it might be traumatic.

Sydney: But it won't necessarily be real.

Brazzel: Oh, it will be to you.

Sydney: You don't have a wedding ring.

Vaughn: I thought we'd go to Santa Barbara first and see how that went ...

Sydney: You're not married?

Vaughn: You really hit your head, didn't you?

Vaughn: She was knocked unconscious after the fight. How can she remember anything that happened after that?

Brazzel: Because unconsciously the mind can still establish transhistorical accounts of the real world.

Jack: Meaning even with her eyes closed, her other senses were alert?

Brazzel: Yes, thank you. And based upon those senses, her brain will construct an accurate but incomplete memory of the events that followed.

Dr. Brezzel: [about Sydney] She's in a tangent.

Kaya: I was in a tangent once.

Jack: How nice for you.

Brazzel: She's still in beta, but she's dreaming ... that just doesn't happen.

Sydney: I can't help it, I just miss you. I do.

Vaughn: You know we can't do this.

Sydney: Give me a break, it's a dream - we can do whatever we want. At least, I can.

Jack: Forensic analysis leads Marshall to believe that whoever this hand belonged to was alive as recent as four months ago.

Sydney: It couldn't have been Lazarey because I killed him last year.

Jack: Unless, you didn't.

Lindsey: I plan on making the trade. During the exchange, I want Sydney Bristow taken out.

Sloane: Ah, I see. She has something on you.

...

Sloane: What guarantee do I have that this isn't some form of entrapment?

Lindsey: Because I know what you're up to, Mr. Sloane. I can see your big picture. I know your endgame. I even have proof.

Jack: You're sure the DNA matched Lazarey's?

Lauren: Yes. Which means that Sydney did not kill him - Lindsey has nothing on her. She can come home.

Sydney: I've never heard of a Saint Aidan.

Dixon: They're hard to find.

Weiss: Syd, you made it! I hope you're ready for an expensive lesson in the art of gambling--

Sydney: I'm looking for that building.

Weiss: Try the kitchen.

Sydney Double: You think it's an accident we don't remember anything?

Sydney: What happened to me?

Sydney Double: Trust Lazarey.

[edit]

Remnants

Vaughn: If you betray her, I swear to you no matter what it costs me, I will kill you.

Sloane: No need to worry, Agent Vaughn. I love her too.

Will: The fact that I actually wasn't dating Francie, that it was her double . . . I thought that was, like, the number one most insane story of all time. But yours actually tops it.

Sydney: She survived.

...

Will: You know, I always thought of myself as a pacifist. The idea of taking someone's life is just inconceivable. But if I had the chance to kill Allison . . .

Sydney: I never would've come here if I didn't have to.

...

Sydney: Last chance to bail out.

Will: What, are you kidding me? I love this stuff.

Will: It was Julia Thorne. She told me your name. She needs to see you. She trusts you, but she's in danger.

Lazarey: Did they find it? Have they been to Graz?

Will: You've been going over this since the beginning of time. You'll figure it out.

Sydney: What makes you say that?

Will: Because you're you.

Jack: I didn't bring this up to start a petty fight. The fact is, you and I have something in common. We both suffered through the death of the woman we loved only to discover that she was still alive. I know, it's hard. But this isn't about you. And I will not allow my daughter to become your mistress.

Vaughn: If that's where you think my concern for Sydney is headed, then you are even more cynical than I thought.

...

Jack: If lightning strikes, Mr. Vaughn, and you and I get to walk free again, if you care about my daughter as you claim to, then push her away. Be cruel if you have to. Make her despise you because your kindness tortures her. I can see it, what it does to her. And I won't have it.

Sydney: I've never been a depressed person . . . until now.

Assassin: Just when I was beginning to believe the glowing reports about you being such a humanitarian.

Sloane: You're a smarter man than that.

Will: When Lazarey spoke, he didn't sound like it was somewhere protected.

Sydney: I know. That's why I'm thinking, bank or maybe hotel safety deposit box.

Will: How come?

Sydney: Because that's where I'd put it.

Hotel Clerk: Checking in?

Will: [in a British accent, dressed as a rock star] Of course. I'm here, she's here. We made it.

Hotel Clerk: And you are ... ?

Sydney: We're the next big thing.

...

Sydney: It was a little over the top.

Will: Over the top? I'm wearing seat covering, there is no "over the top."

...

Will: You have to admit, my accent was pretty good. It was, like, early Stones.

Sydney: I thought it was Australian.

Sloane: Sydney, you have my word.

Sydney: That's a relief.

Sydney: You murdered Robert Lindsey.

Sloane: I think you already know my response.

Sydney: Let me guess: you don't know what I'm talking about.

Sloane: Not a word.

...

Sloane: The deceiver was Lindsey. Not me. His team might've thought so, but apparently Lindsey never gave us the Rambaldi device. It was a setup.

Sydney: I don't know how you did this, but you're not going to get away with it.

Sloane: I don't know what you're talking about.

Marshall: It's what was inside the box. It's human tissue - like, still active. Oh, and there was a name etched inside the box: Milo Rambaldi.

Will: I thought if I had the chance, ending her life would be satisfying. You know, there'd be closure ... It's just as empty as the dreams. It's horrible. There's no ... satisfaction. There's nothing.

[edit]

Full Disclosure

Sydney: You're part of this?

Kendall: Well, that all depends on which part you're referring to.

Sydney: You're Covenant.

Kendall: No, no, no. That wouldn't go over too well at home.

Kendall: We need to talk about the past two years.

Sydney: As you may be aware, Mr. Kendall, I have no recollection of that time.

Kendall: But I do.

...

Sydney: You've known all this time . . .

Kendall: Yep.

Sydney: Then why haven't you said anything?

Kendall: Because you asked me not to.

[Note: The following section is from Kendall's story]

Torture Guy: The sooner you accept that you are no longer who you were, the easier this will be. Sydney Bristow. . .is gone.

...

Torture Guy: Your name is Julia Thorne. You were born in London on August 2, 1973.

Sydney: My name is Sydney Bristow, you ugly bastard.

...

Torture Guy: Your name is Julia Thorne.

Sydney: Really? Then why is my name Sydney Bristow?

...

Torture Guy: You lost your family in a fire . . . You were the only survivor . . . After that, you became a contract killer . . . You showed no pity. Your first targets were the men who destroyed your family . . .

...

Covenant Agent: [to Sydney] Who this man is, is not important. What is important is this knife on the table. Use it. Kill this unimportant man.

...

Sydney: I want to go home. I want to see my dad.

Kendall: Your father can't be contacted; he's under deep cover. And as it is, you have no home to return to. Agent Bristow, let me be clear: you return home, you're putting in jeopardy the lives of the people you claim to love.

...

Kendall: It is imperative that you continue as Julia Thorne - the Covenant believes they have you programmed.

Sydney: If you think I'm going back to them, you're insane.

Kendall: If you don't, they're going to come after you. After your friends, your family ... after Vaughn.

...

Sydney: I have to see him.

Kendall: Sydney, you've been gone nine months.

Sydney: He loves me. Nine months is nothing.

...

Sydney: I've seen too much . . . Everything gets stolen.

Kendall: The Covenant believes Rambaldi's prophecies. They believe a lot of things . . . including the idea that you are the Chosen One.

Sydney: Can you locate the cube?

Marshall: Well, no, not exactly, but I can narrow it down to a ten-yard radius.

Sydney: Marshall, that's called locating it.

Dixon: The day you showed up in Rome - when you called in - they put you through to Kendall? I was there that day, in the office. When he hung up, he told me that it was you. Sydney, I've known the truth about what happened to you, and I was ordered to say nothing.

Sydney: Dixon, we've been working together for months.

Dixon: It's not easy, is it? Keeping the truth from someone you love. Now I have an idea what it was like for you at SD-6.

Sydney: You're coming with us?

Dixon: Of course I am: it's personal for me too.

Dixon: [to Syd] Kendall wants all of this brought back for analysis . . . Do your thing.

[edit]

Crossings

Sark: If I may ask, who is our source of intel at the CIA? And how do we know he's reliable?

Zisman: Mr. Sark, do not burden yourself with unnecessary details.

Sydney: I've done everything I can to try to make this ridiculous situation work. You, me and Lauren working in the same office--

Vaughn: Yeah, and I have tried to walk around with this fake smile on my face, pretending everything was fine, just the way it use to be. That's not working for me anymore.

Sydney: This is it. When we get back, one of us has to go.

Dixon: I have just been informed by the Joint Chiefs of Staff that we've been ordered to stand down. Given our tenuous relations with North Korea, their official position on Sydney and Vaughn is to disavow. Unofficially, I say, "Screw 'em."

Jack: Do you mind if I ask who you are?

Katya: What you should ask is what I'll need you to do in return for my assistance.

Jack: I was going to get to that.

Sydney: (to Vaughn) Have I offended you in some way, like showing up and disrupting the perfect little life you had?

Sydney: I slept with Will.

Vaughn: What?!

Sydney: In Warsaw ... we got drunk, and we slept together.

Vaughn: How am I suppose to react to that?

Sydney: However you want to.

...

Vaughn: As if it isn't bad enough, getting stranded in North Korea.. now i find out you slept with Will?

Sydney: [grimace] Thanks to Charlene for this one!

Sark: [posing as CIA] Well I assure you, the United States will be happy to have you.

Lisenker: Yes. The Covenant must be stopped. What they are planning - keeps me awake at night.

Jack: Tell me, which of Irina's sisters are you? Elena or Yekatarina?

Katya: I haven't been Yekatarina since I was a child. My sisters call me Katya. Which means Irina wasn't the one who told you about me.

Jack: Learning that your wife is actually a Russian spy drives you to learn all you can about her true identity.

...

Katya: As observant as you are, you were married to my sister for five years without suspecting who she really was: her love must have been intoxicating.

Sloane: I remember years ago, I was working at SD-6. I was on my way to a meeting in Berlin. It was a typical day - except K-Directorate made an attempt on my life. As I opened my car door, a sniper shot came out of nowhere. The bullet grazed my neck. Actually left a burn mark. . . . You never forget what that feels like - to barely escape with your life.

Jack: I have a plane waiting.

Sloane: Then you should go.

Jack: You warned him, didn't you? Sloane. Whatever trust I'd established with him over the past few months has been compromised. What I can't figure out is, how will this play to Irina's advantage? Or your own?

Katya: One day when you least expect it, Irina's intentions will present themselves to you. And when that day comes, I promise you - it will be unmistakable.

Vaughn: We're not gonna make it out of here. There's something I need you to know.

Sydney: Vaughn...

Vaughn: In my life, there's only one person...

Sydney: Don't do this.

Vaughn: Look at me.

Sydney: Vaughn...

Vaughn: The only reason I pushed you away...

Sydney: Please...

Vaughn: The only reason I didn't know how to be around you...

(hear marching)

Sydney: They're coming.

Vaughn: Sydney...

Sydney: I know, Vaughn. I know. We'll find each other. We always find each other.

[edit]

After Six

Jack: About last week: it was a matter of circumstance, Arvin. Whether I would have gone through with it--

Sloane: Oh, you would've. I would've.

Jack: Perhaps.

Sloane: And now you feel guilty. Well don't bother, Jack. Sydney's life was at stake. How can I blame a man for doing whatever he can to save his daughter's life?

Sydney: Now that I know what happened to me over the last two years, in theory I should finally be able to move on with my life.

Barnett: In theory.

Sydney: The thing is, when I look ahead all I see is Vaughn.

...

Barnett: How would you feel if Vaughn left his wife for you?

Sydney: I don't know. I don't think he would ever leave his wife because of me. I mean, I think it would be because he and Lauren don't belong together.

Barnett: Does he belong with you?

Sydney: Have you ever felt that someone's your soul mate?

Vaughn: Do you think you can be in love with two people at the same time?

Weiss: No, I don't. However I did have the same intense feelings for both Sport and Posh Spice.

Vaughn: Yeah, who didn't?

Sark: Once we eliminate all six cell leaders, we'll travel to St. Petersburg to meet with the head of Covenant Operations.

Lauren: Why? To make it easier for him to kill us?

Jack: You realize it is your prerogative to ask Dixon to send someone else.

Sydney: If Dixon sends me on an operation, I'm going.

Jack: What I mean is, someone instead of Vaughn.

Toni: And how do two South African rock wranglers hear about Chamonix?

Sydney: The owner was a client.

Toni: Yeah, I outdid myself on that one. If you're interested in a job like that, those stones won't even cover the down payment. They barely cover this conversation.

...

Weiss: [to Toni] You're smart enough to know the CIA has big, wide, comfy cells with hot water, cotton sheets, and TV. We also have cramped, cold, little cells with a bare cot and a hole in the floor. See, either way, you're coming home with us. Where you live is up to you.

...

Toni: What you're asking me to do is illegal in most countries. So, Mr. Steadman, give me one good reason why I would ever risk my ass for you.

Weiss: I believe we can give you two million reasons.

[Sydney dumps a bunch of diamonds onto the table]

Toni: Well... looks like y'all don't need an ATM.

...

Toni: Whether we end up working together or not, do me a favor, huh? Don't talk to me about God. What did God intend? Hell if I know. Not a clue.

Carrie: I want us to be to married before the baby is born.

Weiss: What? We haven't got a minister!

Marshall: It's okay! I can ordain you over the internet.

Weiss: By the power invested in me by the, er, United Church of... Mammals, I now pronounce you man and wife.

[Marshall and Carrie get married]

Marshall: I love you Mrs. Flinkman.

Carrie: I'm keeping my name.

Marshall: Okay.

Lauren: [to Sydney] I see what's going on between you and Michael, so let me be clear. Stay the hell away from my husband.

Sloane: I presume that you treated Sydney and Jack Bristow before.

Barnett: I can't discuss other patients with you.

Sloane: Then they were your patients?

Sydney: Every day I wish I could go back in time, but I can't. And as much as I... as much as I still have feelings for you, I won't be the other woman - not ever.

Vaughn: I know.

Sloane: [to Barnett] I manipulate people. I'm good at that, and I know it. I lie. I keep secrets. I divulge only what I must in order to elicit the reaction I need. That skill, in part, is why I'm still alive. One of those secrets affects the only two people I care about in the world, Sydney and Jack Bristow. There are many secrets I enjoy keeping. There is power in secrets that you keep. But this one . . . no. This one wears on me. It has for many years. It's central to my very existence. It's who I am.

Cole: Your hair - that's cool!

Sark: You're the man behind the Covenant.

Cole: I'm the man in front of The Man. When'd you cut your hair?

...

Cole: You're cockier than I am. I love that about you.

...

Cole: Did i just blow your mind?

Sark: It wasn't a matter of choice. I was in US custody, as I thought you were. When were you released?

Cole: That's a good story. (raises his wine glass) To your hair. (edit)

[edit]

Blowback

Barnett: Excuse me?

Sloane: I'm suggesting that we talk over dinner. You know, in vino veritas?

Sydney: [in disguise as an astronomer] Our radio telescopes inspect the cosmos looking to detect artificially generated signals, basically anything below three hundred hertz. Don't worry, the alien invasion is still a few months away.

Sydney: Yesterday was the day, wasn't it? The anniversary of your father's death?

Vaughn: How could you remember that?

Sydney: I remember what missing him does to you.

Barnett: It's hard to believe that you threw away something that you would normally consider holy.

Sloane: Are you calling me a liar?

Sark: We need you to filter back any CIA intel that might help us get a lock on it.

Lauren: You called me to remind me to do my job?

Sydney: [to Lauren] Vaughn and I have a history, a complicated one - I can't deny that, but I won't apologize for it either. If your marriage is in trouble, if you and Vaughn are having problems, I suggest you leave me out of it and take it up with your husband.

Lauren: The job's in Vancouver. Requires a breach of a data storage facility.

Sark: Really? What's the prize?

Lauren: A plasma charge. Next generation destructive power.

Sark: I thought those were just theoretical.

Lauren: Apparently not in Vancouver.

...

Sark: It looks like another black mark on your husband's record. How's it feel to systematically ruin a man from the inside out?

Lauren: It wouldn't be the first time.

Barnett: Are you telling me Sydney is your daughter?

Sloane: I never tried to prove it, one way or the other. But the strength that Sydney finds within, I like to believe that comes from me. . . How about that: the world didn't come to an end.

Sark: [on the phone] It killed you, didn't it? Seeing him drop the gun for Sydney.

Lauren: No it isn't a good time. Can I call you in the morning?

Sark: He's there with you, is that it? Though he'd rather be with her. You know, it's quite a charade you two are engaged in.

Sark: Ambitious and domineering. Fantastic.

Sark: Tranquilizer dart. The humanitarian work of the CIA.

Jack: I do eat, you know.

[edit]

Facade

Jack: Actually, Ryan alerted local authorities, gave them time to evacuate the building.

Weiss: So he's a humanitarian bomber?

...

Vaughn: He wanted the bomb squad called in?

Marshall: Well, maybe because he knew there was nothing they could do.

Weiss: What, I can't ask my buddy--

Vaughn: [angrily] The marriage is fantastic.

[Vaughn leaves in a huff.]

Weiss: Yeah, I can tell.

Weiss: That was good, right? It's called method acting: I was shot in the neck once - I can do it again.

Vaughn: I still think it would just be easier to sic your father on him.

Sydney: We have twenty-seven hours before Ryan sets off another bomb. Our best chance to prevent that is to let him know that his first demonstration convinced us to buy every weapon he can produce.

Vaughn: Us, being the Covenant, based on intel received from someone we may or may not be able to trust.

Sydney: Your product demonstration in Belfast was impressive: we'd like to purchase your new weapon.

Ryan: Yeah. While I appreciate ... your hairstyle ... as I said, I do business with Andrejev.

Ryan: There's loads of things I'm really good at. Some, I'm exceptional at. One of them is poker. Ahh, I love poker. Play twice a week. My friends come 'round, they bring their money, they lose their money. I always win. Do you know why? I can see a bluff a mile away.

Lisenker: Daniel, I know about Belfast. Your extraction was cleared to the highest levels. Emma saved your life. You should kiss her ... whatever she wants.

Lisenker: Sark has never met Ryan.

Jack: Are you sure of this?

Lisenker: Yes.

Sydney: That wasn't a "yes," that was a "no."

Sark: Doesn't it bother you?

Vaughn: What's that?

Sark: A bombmaker arranges for a meeting on a plane and then doesn't show up. I don't know about you, but that concerns me.

Marshall: Okay, first of all, I didn't touch anything, I swear! But the bomb's been activated!

Jack: We know. We just spoke to Vaughn.

Marshall: No, not on the plane, in my office! The bomb in my office has been activated!

Ryan: Don't tell me. We've come to the point where you coerce me into cooperating.

Jack: Not exactly.

[Jack grabs Ryan by the neck and starts to strangle him.]

[edit]

Taken

Dixon: The intelligence committee is sending Senator Reed to oversee the interrogation.

Sydney: Why the sudden interest from Washington?

Dixon: Sark is a key player now. They expect us to bleed him dry.

Dixon: The only thing that we do know for certain: Sark managed his escape because he was provided with information that could only have come from this office. I want this leak identified.

Marshall: I enhanced the audio, and it turns out our friend Mr. Sark made a phone call.

Sark: [on recording] Notify the extraction team. I should be at the LZ on schedule. Do we have the hostages? ... Excellent ... Not if I see you first, love.

Sloane: Jack. To what do I owe this pleasure?

Jack: I take no pleasure in this, Arvin.

Dixon: The emotional toll this has taken and my current state of mind convince me I am no longer the best guarantee of her return. Therefore, I am stepping down temporarily as director of this task force until this matter is resolved. Jack, I trust you will stand in my stead and do everything in your power to bring my daughter back to me.

Dixon: My son said his captors mentioned the word "countershadow". That's all I have to go on. I need access to a research terminal for an hour or so.

Erin: Not a problem. Mind if I tag along? ... Actually, I have to tag along. We're at a Code Orange. You understand.

Dixon: I understand - I instituted the protocol.

Jack: All of the resources of this agency are being diverted to meet demands the Covenant must know are unattainable, which leads me to believe it's merely a distraction. What do they really want?

Sloane: Well, then my question to you is: Why target Dixon? What does he have access to, Jack?

Jack: The Covenant is desperate to acquire a box constructed by Rambaldi. It's Sloane's understanding that they're close to locating a key to activate it.

Dixon: And why should we trust a thing Sloane says?

Jack: Because Sloane believes the contents of that box in The Covenant's hands will put Sydney's life in jeopardy, and I believe him.

Sark: I'm afraid I'm going to need some insurance to guarantee I reach my extraction point safely. This collar contains a lethal cardiotoxin. Once I place this on your daughter, you'll have two minutes to disarm it before the compound is released into her system.

Dixon: You son of a bitch! That was not part of our agreement!

Sark: This mechanism is well within your disarming capabilities. Two minutes is generous, in my opinion.

Sloane: Look, Judy, why don't you ask yourself: if I wanted to damage you, if I wanted to damage the CIA, would I be so careless? Would I leave a trail that so obviously leads in my direction?

Dr. Barnett: You used me. I compromised my judgment because I believed that you had changed. You are incapable of it.

Vaughn: See you later.

Lauren: Not if I see you first, love.

[edit]

The Frame

Vaughn: If I need to, can I crash on your couch?

Weiss: Yeah - you just have to wipe off the Cheese Nips.

Sloane: In order to maintain my cover, I had to grant Bomani access to certain Omnifam resources. Check the report, Sydney. I detailed all of this.

Sydney: You're here because you committed treason by spying on your country. I won't put much stock in your reports.

...

Sloane: You have such a beautiful smile, Sydney. I miss it.

Sydney: If you're executed, I'll be a witness. I'll smile then.

Sark: Have you been made?

Lauren: Of course not. If he knew I was Covenant he would arrest me, not break up with me.

...

Lauren: My access extends beyond my husband.

Sark: Perhaps, but Vaughn is central to the CIA's efforts regarding The Passenger, so you must do everything possible to keep him close.

Jack: All I have is a paper trail. Not definitive proof but the beginning of what Director Dixon and I believe to be a strong case for the existence of a mole.

Senator Reed: Other than Sloane.

Jack: Or instead of him. At this point, that is unclear.

Senator Reed: Is it that hard to identify a traitor? Honestly, sometimes I think you people just get too close.

...

Jack: I understand this is difficult.

Senator Reed: No, no, it's not, because there is nothing here. Lauren is a patriot, and I will not allow you to ruin her reputation based on innuendo and supposition!

Dixon: We've looked everywhere on Earth.

Sloane: Really, Marcus? Have you? Or is it simply that you've looked everywhere on land?

Senator Reed: It'd break your mother's heart if she ever found out about this. [He shows her the file Jack gave him.] I know because it broke mine.

Lauren: If it's any consolation, I feel the cause I'm working for is just.

...

Senator Reed: I could tell the Agency I learned there was a mole in the Rotunda six months ago, and that I've been conducting my own investigation. I'm a Senator on the Intelligence Committee. No one would say a word.

Lauren: You would do that for me?

Senator Reed: Of course I would - I love you.

Bomani: [to Sydney] I could never have found this without your help. I thank you for that ... You remind me of your mother. I'm sure she would be pleased to know I got the keys from you. After all, the passenger is Irina's legacy.

[edit]

Unveiled

Weiss: You know, Syd, nobody would blame you for hating him for going back to her.

Sydney: He's not the one I hate. How horrible does that sound?

Weiss: Well I'm mad at her, and I don't even think he's that cute.

...

Sydney: My dad thinks Lauren's leaking information to the Covenant.

Weiss: I don't understand - didn't Senator Reed confess to being the leak before he died?

Sydney: Yes, and his confessions answered all the questions my father had raised. But I can't help it, I still have doubts.

Weiss: All right, let me ask you a question: do you think she's the mole, or do you just want her to be the mole?

Sydney: Are we sure he'll have his computer with him?

Marshall: Does a cowboy leave his gun at home when he goes to the saloon? Trust me, he'll have it.

Bomani: This girl, her work for us of late has been uneven.

Sark: The Il Dire machine is in our possession because she managed to steal it from the CIA. She is a considerable asset.

Bomani: An asset for you in ways that do not interest me.

Vaughn: Lauren, no one's judging you.

Lauren: I've seen the way they look at me - like I'm a traitor too. To tell you the truth, I don't blame them.

Vaughn: People are just angry.

Lauren: And I'm not? He was my father! You have no idea what it's like to think you know someone, to love them, and then figure out it was nothing but lies.

Marshall: Don't worry because lucky for you, I kind of have a name in the hacker community myself... 'black kitty'.

Cypher: Nice trick. Looks like I'll have to readjust my firewall settings.

Sydney: I could still get through.

Vaughn: What, are you suggesting Lauren framed her own father?

Sydney: I know it's hard for you to consider.

Vaughn: Hard for me?! My wife just found out her father was betraying her, not to mention our country.

Sydney: But if I saw her--

Vaughn: You didn't.

Jack: What about Vaughn?

Sydney: I've tried talking to him about it. He won't even entertain the possibility. It's like he can't hear it.

Jack: Perhaps he can't hear it from you.

Jack: My marriage with Irina, in spite if everything, was a happy time to me. It was easy being with her. But there were times, moments and I became curious. How would she occupy her morning, or what were her plans when I was out of town? Usually she told me but occasionally she stopped what she was doing, walk over and offer me a kiss – spontaneous gesture. But on one occasion it struck me, this impulsive kiss, what if it was an evasion? Camouflaging the truth in an expression of love. Of course I dismissed my concerned immediately. Merely my professional paranoia, after all she was my wife. I don't regret having married. I have Sydney because of our time together. What I do regret is once I saw signs of her duplicity, once I sensed her betrayal, I chose to ignore it. All I'm asking is that you be responsive to the signs if and when they present themselves.

Vaughn: You never respected me. Never thought I was worthy of your daughter. So I'm not surprised you're so quick to think Lauren is betraying me. But whether or not you or Sydney believe me, I know the life I'm living, and I know the woman I am married to. Lauren is not Irina, and I am definitely not you.

Lauren: [on the phone] What else did Bomani tell you? Did he instruct you in the quietest way to murder me?

Sark: Absolutely not.

Lauren: You pathetic little errand boy. Tell Bomani he'll get proof of my worth the next time he sees me, when I deliver the Passenger.

Dixon: You recall that I requested Dr. Barnett's notes from her sessions with Sloane?

Jack: Yes. Did they reveal anything?

Dixon: Yes. There is something in the notes that concerns you. In one of his sessions with Barnett, Sloane admitted having an affair with Irina while you were married.

[edit]

Hourglass

Conrad: I cannot help you, Mr. Sark.

Sark: How do you know my name?

Sydney: We should talk to Dixon and figure out a way to handle this.

Vaughn: Oh, I know how to handle this.

Jack: You will act like nothing has changed.

Vaughn: Okay, what's Plan B 'cause that's not going to happen.

...

Vaughn: My wife betrayed me. She betrayed all of us. You can't expect me to pretend that never happened.

Jack: I'm not sure you have a choice.

Vaughn: Why is that?

Jack: Because you're the one that married her.

[Watching Vaughn with Lauren]

Sydney: After thirty years you still live with your wife's betrayal. Will he?

Jack: Absolutely.

Sydney: Before he died, he told me my mother was not the Passenger. He said my sister was.

Jack: Who was this man?

Sydney: A monk, a cleric, a Rambaldi scholar - what difference does it make? Do I have a sister?

Sloane: I have seventy-two hours to live. I want you to focus on that, not on some affair I had twenty-five years ago.

Sydney: I'm not focusing on the affair. I'm focusing on the child that resulted from it: a sister I never knew I had.

Sloane: Must have come as a shock to you. It did to me when I found out.

Sydney: Are you telling me you didn't know?

Sloane: No, not until two years ago, while I was in a monastery in Nepal run by followers of Rambaldi.

...

Sydney: You know she is The Passenger.

Sloane: [tearfully] I know. I know. I also know the Covenant is after her. Sydney, I want to protect my child.

Sydney: If Sloane dies, any chance I have of finding my sister dies with him.

Jack: Has it occurred to you that your half-sister might be a danger to you?

Sydney: Yes of course. But it's equally possible that I can help her. She could be an innocent victim.

Jack: With Irina Derevko and Arvin Sloane as her parents, I don't think so.

Vaughn: Listen, about what happened in Richmond . . .

Sydney: You were doing your job. And she is your wife.

Vaughn: Not for long.

Marshall:[to Vaughn] She is good. If you had to fall in love with someone who's evil, I would see why it'd be her.

Sloane: Irina betrayed both of us, Jack. She sought me out for information the same way she did you.

Jack: She was my wife.

Sloane: She was a KGB spy who cared nothing about you or me. I've always thought that you understood your relationship with Irina was nothing more than that. But now that your schoolboy crush on the woman who destroyed your life is preventing you from saving mine, I will have to revise that assessment.

Jack: You're right. I'm not going to help you. Since this is the last conversation we will ever have, I want to make this perfectly clear. What you have done to my daughter is nothing compared to what I will do when I find yours. Salut.

Sloane: For you who pay witness, I can only believe there is a common thought amongst you all: "This is as it should be." I do not disagree. My only request: that if my daughter is in fact found alive, that she understand my actions, she understand that this day's events are the net result of her father's passion to find her, to know her, to love her.

Lauren: Sloane is dead. We can now locate the Passenger without his interference.

Mrs. Reed: Not quite. The code key you retrieved from the CIA is unusable; I can only assume that was deliberate on their part. Vaughn played you. He's likely to try again, but that will be his last mistake.

[edit]

Blood Ties

Sloane: Sydney, whatever grief my apparent death might have caused you, I only wish I could have spared you the pain.

Sydney: When I heard you were dead, any grief I felt was over the possibility of never knowing my sister. I did not grieve for you.

Brill: I told you that I worked with your father. But what I didn't tell you is I was with him on his final mission.

Vaughn: I know how my father died.

Brill: You don't have a clue.

...

Brill: He was a follower of Rambaldi.

Vaughn: That's impossible.

Brill: He died protecting the little girl. The followers knew she was the Passenger. He broke her out of KGB custody, but he didn't trust the CIA either, so he took her somewhere where she would be safe, with other followers.

...

Vaughn: Why did you come to me?

Brill: Because it's what he would want me to do.

Sydney: After mom died, I used to have these daydreams. I would imagine her leading my girl scout troop or taking me shopping for new school clothes. I thought if only she'd lived, she would have been my best friend. When I learned the truth about her, and saw Irina for who she truly was, I was devastated. I won't make the same mistake twice.

Jack: Sydney, there's something you should know. When I first learned of Sloane's affair with your mother, I was forced to consider the possibility that I wasn't in fact your biological father.

Sydney: You don't even--

Jack: It's not the case. I had our medical files examined. Our relationship is clear. But I wanted you to know, during that brief time before I was reassured my feelings for you never changed.

Sark: I'll ask you again: where is the Passenger?

Vaughn: Holding that thing ... you almost look like you've reached puberty.

...

Sark: But there are three things that you should understand. The first involves this item I hold in my hands. It's capable of delivering up to 500,000 volts - not enough to kill you, just enough to let you wish it would. The second is I believe Mr. Brill disclosed the location of the Passenger, which means I won't stop until you tell me. And third, Mr. Vaughn, is that I'm going to enjoy this far more than I should.

Vaughn: Your sister - you have to let her go.

Sydney: You're tired. I should let you sleep.

Vaughn: No. My father was killed because he took her from the KGB. He hid her from your mother. That's why she murdered him. I met someone who told me the prophecy. The Passenger and the Chosen One shall battle; neither will survive.

[edit]

Legacy

Sydney: He's never divulged the specifics of this message, but he was willing to risk everything - his wealth, his legitimacy, even his life - to acquire it. This is his endgame. We have to believe that he will kill Nadia in pursuit of it.

Michael Vaughn: Whatever Lauren did to me, I want you to know I take full responsibility for what's happened. I messed up, and if you can't get past that, I understand. But will you try?

Sydney: I don't know.

Vaughn: Will you at least think about it? Because it's all I can think about.

Sydney: Yeah. I will think about it.

Sloane: What you did yesterday, destroying all the fluid like that: I want you to know I was not angry with you. I was proud of your courage.

Nadia: Every Sunday at the orphanage in San Telmo, they made us dress up in our finest clothes. They would have us stand in line for hours waiting to be chosen by families. I wouldn't do it. I'd make myself filthy and always frown. I didn't want to be chosen, because I knew . . . I knew that somewhere my dad was still looking for me. And one day he'd come to take me away from that place . . . If I had known it was you I was waiting for, I would have cleaned up.

Sydney: In the videotape, when Nadia was a child, she was drawing something. What I assume was Rambaldi's message. If the message was already relayed, why is she valuable?

Katya: Your sister was taken away from the laboratory before she could complete the message.

...

Katya: The only reason I joined the Russian Secret Service was to help Irina find her younger daughter. For years we heard nothing about her; every lead went cold. But then recently we found out that her father, Arvin Sloane, was also looking for her . . . What is it, Sydney?

Sydney: Sloane has her.

Jack: I know why you checked yourself out of medical services early. I know you're under the impression you're fine, that all you need to do is hold yourself together, bury yourself in work.

Vaughn: Get to the point, Jack.

Jack: I suggest you focus your energy into achieving closure on this matter.

Vaughn: No one wants Lauren in custody more than I do!

Jack: That's not the kind of closure I'm referring to.

Vaughn: I want to find your sister, but I need to find my wife. Lauren cannot be allowed to get away with what she's done.

Sydney: Well, Lauren might. And you have to be prepared to deal with that.

Toni: I want you.

Marshall: C-Come again?

Toni: To work for me.

...

Marshall: And ... to be honest with you, I kind of like working for the good guys. No offense.

Toni: None taken.

...

Toni: Do you know how much being here cuts into my market share? Can't even get a lipstick in this place.

Sloane: If we overload the cerebrum, her brain won't be able to function properly. She could die.

Sark: But we would have the equation, wouldn't we?

Sloane: Don't. Don't push me, Julian.

Lauren: You are wasting time we do not have. We have all chosen this path, Arvin. We have all made sacrifices. I trust you are willing to do the same.

Sloane: The deal's off. If you go quietly, you leave unharmed.

Lauren: You remind me of my father. When he learned the CIA was close to identifying me as Covenant, he was willing to do anything to protect me, even take the fall. He loved me that much. He's dead now, because reaching this goal is far more important.

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Resurrection

Sark: I must say - your disguise, it addresses a certain proclivity of mine.

Lauren: If this works, I'll happily make your sick little fantasy come true.

Hank Foster: At seven twenty-two this evening, you were logged in at the safe-house where Nadia Santos is being held. Is that accurate?

Sydney: It was around dinner. I brought her a sandwich.

Hank Foster: Where were you before that?

Sydney: Buying her the sandwich.

Hank Foster: Last week, Ms. Santos was in the custody of the Covenant.

Sydney: As a prisoner they nearly killed.

Hank Foster: If Lauren Reed broke in using your identity, she would need to be sure you were out of the office. Did your sister call you to come see her?

Sydney: If you want to arrest me, hold me under the Patriot Act. We're through talking.

Vaughn: [after knocking Lauren out] Hi, honey.

Sydney: [about Vaughn] You want him to kill Lauren...

Jack: If he doesn't, it will eat at him like a cancer. The only cure is to end it now. She destroyed Vaughn's life.

Sydney: Vaughn's life. Not yours. This is about what Lauren did to Vaughn, not what mom did to you. I don't know what you've told him or how much of all this you've orchestrated, but in some twisted way you got Vaughn carrying your burden. Trying to get you closure by doing the one thing you never had the chance to do – kill the person who betrayed you.

Jack: I did have a chance. And I didn't take it. And not a day went by that I didn't regret letting her go. Vaughn will feel the same way. He will end up like me. And I love you too much to let that happen.

Vaughn: I said don't say her name!

Lauren: Sydney came back and I lost you--

Vaughn: I hate you, but I love Sydney more. That's the only reason you're not dying tonight.

Sydney: You were right. Lauren has to pay.

Jack: Vaughn is going to be okay, and when he is, he has to end it, not you.

Sydney: If it's okay for Vaughn it's okay for me.

Jack: Let me go instead.

Sydney: I can't.

Jack: I'll cover for you with Foster . . .

Sydney: What is it?

Jack: Nothing. We'll talk when you get back.

Vaughn: [to Sark] I'm not gonna kill you. That would be too easy. But I'll leave you so disfigured that when you walk down the street people will pity you. Lauren is gonna pay for the damage she's done to the people I care about, not for having had an affair with you. I don't give a rat's ass who she's sleeping with. So for the last time: where is she?

...

Vaughn: Ready to talk?

Sark: Yes. When I first learned of your wife's true allegiance, I almost felt pity for you. How embarrassing it must've been to learn that the woman you shared your bed with was only using you as an unfortunate means to an end.

Vaughn: I wouldn't do this, if I were you.

Sark: But then, she wasn't sharing your bed lately, was she? She was in mine. Or in my car. Or the elevator. Or a garage. There is one time – this is my favourite – we were engaged in an alley and she called you to tell you she loved you. [Vaughn twists Sark's arm] That woman was deliciously filthy.

...

Vaughn: You like the electric batons, the injections... I'm not into accessories...

...

Vaughn: Last time we were together, our roles were reversed. Funny how things happen.

Sark: I'm afraid the irony is lost on me.

Nadia: When I was drawing, there were moments as the fluid wore off. I altered the equation. I didn't want to give you what you were looking for.

Sloane: Which means the Covenant has the wrong coordinates. They're looking for the sphere in the wrong place.

Nadia: We should go. We have a long journey ahead of us.

Lauren: If you really love her, you'll put the gun down! [Vaughn puts it down] You really are a Boy Scout.

Lauren: If you kill me, you'll never know the truth.

Sydney: This is the truth. Sucks, doesn't it?

...

Lauren: We're both pawns in the same game. The difference between us is: I know who controls me.

Sydney: Who controls me?

Lauren: I guess you'll never know.

Lauren: [to Sydney] But if your mother has really been helping you since she left, why haven't you spoken to her?

...

Lauren: [to Sydney] You think the CIA couldn't find you when you went missing? Or that you learned what happened to you by chance?

Vaughn: [to Lauren] I am gonna erase you! I'm gonna remove any evidence you ever existed! You used me. You used my grief, my work, who I am. You took that from me – I'm taking it back.

[edit]

Season 4

[edit]

Authorized Personnel Only, Part I

Jack: It must've been lost in the mail.

Sydney: Your invitation?

Jack: Unless it was an e-vite. I don't read e-vites.

Sloane: Because I see in her something I once saw in you: the need to work for what's right. And because you know what it is to put aside personal issues, and that... that's a gift.

Sydney: It's not a gift. What it's been is a necessity, and it's become a burden, and, quite frankly, something I've run out of patience for.

Sydney: [to Dixon] One thing makes up for all this: having you as my partner again.

Director Chase: I'm recommending to the board that you be stripped of classified clearance and assigned to the Dispatch Office at Langley.

Sydney: You're transferring me... to the mail room!?

Director Chase: Even for you, Agent Bristow, your arrogance today is appalling!

Komorov: [opens a suitcase] What is inside can be used for good... or evil.

Sydney: Me too.

[edit]

Authorized Personnel Only, Part II

Sloane: [about Nadia] I knew she would be of great value here... but she chose to leave intelligence. Drop out.

Sydney: You sure she really left? Fake quitting seems to be all the rage.

Nadia: I swear to God... somehow, I will find out who did this to our mother... and I will kill him. I will.

Marshall: Okay, Phoenix, you are hot... and I mean that in many ways.

Jack: I'll make you a deal; you cooperate with us... That's it.

Man: You don't frighten me.

Jack: Then, clearly you're an idiot.

Marshall: This place is a ghost town. I don't even know anybody here anymore. Sydney's gone. Dixon, Jack, Vaughn... I mean, the only guy we have left is Sark and that's only because he's in custody... I hate that guy... I mean, really, kinda scary... Although I did go visit him. Twice. Just to see a familiar face. We had eggs.

Weiss: Don't do that.

[edit]

The Awful Truth

Sydney: You manipulated Nadia.

Jack: I gave your sister closure.

Sydney: But not the truth.

Jack: Sometimes a satisfying lie, Sydney, can do more good than the awful truth.

Martin Bishop: So, what's your real name, Charlene?

Sydney: I'm a...

Martin Bishop: Ima what?

Sydney: I'm a gonna kick your ass.

Nadia: I don't mean to seem impatient, but... I've never done anything that's lasted as long as this.

Jack: How sad for you...

Sloane: Thank you.

Sydney: For what.

Sloane: For letting my daughter stay with you. As Nadia acclimates to this life, to a new family... she needs support... and you have put my mind at ease.

Sydney: The thought that I did something that might have given you a warm and fuzzy feeling makes me want to kick my own sister out of my house.

Sloane: [about Bishop] He has a reputation as a lady-killer... literally.

[edit]

Ice

MacLaine: It's a pretty nasty cut. Mind telling me how you got it?

Vaughn: [disguised as a priest] Someone didn't like my last sermon.

Vaughn: When's the last time you went to confession, Kiera MacLaine?

MacLaine: ...I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel.

Vaughn: About what?

MacLaine: A flirty priest.

Vaughn: I assure you my intentions are honorable... mostly.

MacLaine: Forgiveness is a tricky thing, isn't it?

Vaughn: It's not everyday you see a guy shatter into a million pieces.

Jack Bristow|Jack]]: Is something on your mind Agent Vaughn?

Vaughn: [hesitant] No, not really. I'm not very sleeping well.

Jack: It's Lauren, isn't it?

Vaughn: I think I see her sometimes; I thought I saw her in the market in Algeria. Did that ever happen with you?

Jack: Do I have visions of Lauren?

Vaughn: I don't know that many people who killed the woman they were married to. I was just wondering if that's what happens.

Jack: It did, now it doesn't.

Jack: [to Nadia] Irina told me years ago that this is a picture of her holding her niece. She told me that holding this baby filled her with a longing and a hope to have children of her own. The next day I asked Irina to marry me; I wanted my child to be loved like the baby in this photograph. Of course, her story could have been a total fabrication, another one of her countless lies designed to draw me in. But I choose to believe it was truth. When we had Sydney, Irina held her in this exact same way, and I can only imagine that she did the same with you. So for me, I choose to believe. But than I suppose each of us needs to find our own sense of closure.

Modell: My bird is missing.

Weiss: It's "I've lost my canary."

Fintan Keene: My sister may look like an angel but her heart is as black as yours and mine.

Vaughn: I was married for a short time... The woman I was married to betrayed me, she betrayed a lot of people. And when I found out what she'd done, I let my hate for her consume me, I began to wish the woman I loved was dead. I woke up every day imagining how I'd do it, what was the best way, what was the most efficient way. It's all I wanted. That woman was evil and deserved to be punished and so I killed her. And although that woman was the worst kind of evil I also know that killing her was wrong. I don't sleep much, I can't. I can't close my eyes without seeing it, that moment, the look on her face. She won't leave me. She won't.

[edit]

Welcome to Liberty Village

Weiss: You don't have to analyze everything you do. You can just decide to have fun. It's okay.

Sydney: We're fun.

Weiss: Yeah. You guys are about as spontaneous as my grandparents - and they're dead.

Sydney: We don't analyze everything we do... do we?

Marshall: Hey, is that a swing set? That looks like my neighborhood.

The dealer: One couple will get to join our little group and, oh yes, a new convertible, and the other couple, well, will die.

Jack: Irina Derevko collected 19th century literature. There was a small bookstore in Prague that stocked rare first editions. Whenever I was in town, I'd buy one for her as a gift.

Marshall: Oh, that's sweet.

Jack: The KGB encoded assassination orders in these pages.

Marshall: Oh. Well... that's... not as sweet.

Car Salesman Phil: We only have one convertible, and it's a pretty fast car.

Sydney: That's how we live our lives, Phil. Fast.

Car Salesman Phil: How'd he pop the question?

Sydney: He took me to...

Vaughn: Santa Barbara, actually. I had this whole romantic weekend planned. Presidential suite at the Biltmore. Candlelit dinner on the cliffs overlooking the ocean. So we went into town and she wouldn't stop talking about the zoo. So we went to the zoo. I figured I had to get it over with. Then I saw how happy it made her. That made me forget about all my stupid plans. And here we had a personal chef making this unbelievable meal at the hotel and I proposed on one knee in sawdust in front of a giraffe with a crooked neck.

Sydney: The story you told at the dealership. We were supposed to go to Santa Barbara three years ago. We never made it.

Vaughn: Karen and Dave did.

[edit]

Nocturne

Sydney: I know what this is. This is a game to you. A cruel joke at my expense.

Vaughn: What's a game?

Sydney: You and me. Admit it.

Vaughn: No, Sydney, Sydney, listen to me. What are you scared of?

Sydney: I am scared. Scared you're gonna betray me again. Like you did when you married Lauren.

Vaughn: I would never, ever hurt you.

Sydney: Stop. Stop right there.

Vaughn: What's going on here? Girl stuff?

Nadia: People stuff.

[edit]

Détente

Sydney: [to Sloane] I wanna make something clear. I will never forgive you for what you've done to me. To the people I love. No amount of time or distance will ever change that. I'll see you tomorrow.

Marshall: Sorry, I'm not much of a sports fan. More of a scrabble club type.

[edit]

Echoes

Vaughn: [to the guard] We're old friends.

Sark: Actually, given our shared intimacies with your late wife, I may even go so far as to say that we're family. Mr. Vaughn, your timing is impeccable. The last of my broken bones has finally healed and I sit before you a fresh canvas for your aggression. But before we begin whatever inquisition you're here for, there is a pesky question that's been lingering in my head. Do you mind?

Vaughn: Go ahead.

Sark: Was it the infidelity or the espionage that motivated you to kill the woman I loved?

Vaughn: The woman you loved?

Sark: Yes. Loved. You know, she once actually told me that she longed to love you... but the mundane existence you provided couldn't hold a candle to my passion.

[Vaughn punches him]

Vaughn: That wasn't for sleeping with the woman I was married to. I couldn't care less about her.

Jack: In the next 24 hours, Sark should lead us to CRF headquarters. We'll put a tactical team on stand-by. For now, we wait.

Marshall: Who wants to order Chinese? I'm starving. [Jack and Vaughn give him identical stares] Thai? Indian?

Jack: Anna Espinosa.

Sydney: I... She's supposed to be dead.

Jack: So are a lot of people.

Marshall: You mess with a friend of Flinkman, you're messing with Flinkman.

Sydney: [after fighting Anna in a boutique in Beverly Hills] She can have the blouse.

Sydney: I just want the ghosts to go away.

Vaughn: Tell me about it.

Anna: Your sister... she's a curse. You see what happens, don't you? To everyone she loves. One day, you will be asked to pay the price. Today... you will feel a little bit of that.

Anna: You look like her... your mother.

Nadia: Don't waste your time trying to scare me.

Anna: [amused] You are scared. I would be scared, too... if I did not understand what this was all about.

Anna: There's something I need you to do for me, Sydney. I must say I have been looking forward to working with you again.

Vaughn: [Talking about Weiss' last relationship] When it ended you were all, like, weird.

Weiss: Weird how?

Vaughn: You were building ships in bottles. You built many, many ships in many bottles over many, many months.

Weiss: Yeah, that's called a hobby.

Vaughn: "Hobby"? You locked yourself in a closet for a month--

Weiss: Tell me you don't still think about how I got those ships in the bottles...

[edit]

A Man of His Word

Sloane: I don't care about her agenda. That woman is a threat - I want her destroyed.

Jack: Your daughter has just been attacked, I understand that. But this is no time to react emotionally.

Sloane: Whatever it takes to find Anna... whatever corners you have to cut, whatever favors you have to call in, do it. But find her. Eliminate her.

Jack: And what about your faith that Nadia will survive?

Sloane: Oh... this isn't about faith.

Sark: Gentlemen. Were you expecting a bigger party?

Vaughn: This isn't CRF headquarters.

Sark: You're a genius.

Vaughn: Where are we?

Sark: Nowhere. In particular. And that's the truth. Just a nice place for a chat. Really, Michael. Don't look so shocked. You couldn't have had such low expectations of me. Now with regards to your previous request. I will help you locate CRF leadership. But as always, you must do something for me in return.

Vaughn: Why the charade? If you were going to cooperate why run at all?

Sark: For the bubbly, of course.

Vaughn: Does this make you feel better, watching this happen?

Sark: It gives me hope that I can still achieve closure.

Vaughn: Guys like you don't believe in closure. That would actually require you to care about something.

Sark: Perhaps that's true. Perhaps all I can hope for is a moment for us all to share. You, me, her. And letting go of all pretexts and subterfuge, we can finally admit the truth. Your wife loved me. Not even death can change that. Do it. Open it.

Vaughn: You want your moment? Take it.

[Lauren's coffin is opened and Sark begins to unzip the cover over her chest, to see her bullet wounds]

Vaughn: Stop.

Sark: My agreement, Mr. Vaughn, allows for this. A perfect triangular pattern, consistent with CIA training. It was you. You did this.

Vaughn: Yes, I did.

Sark: I'll take you to CRF. But I want you to face what you did. I want you to look at her.

Sloane: When I accepted this position, I made two agreements: one with Langley... and one with you. A pact.

Jack: That's still in effect.

Sloane: But only because my daughter is unhurt. I wonder, Jack... what assurances I have that you will continue to honor it?

Sark: Sydney, I'm a man of my word!

Anna: When I heard of a young man so ruthless in his shifting allegiances that he killed his own father...I thought, "This is a man I am fated to work with."

Sark: A partnership. My brains. Your skills.

Anna: You flatter yourself, but something like that.

Sark: "Beware a summit that begins with shared bread. The sated man is at his weakest."

Anna: Who said that?

Sark: A Vietnamese general I had dinner with once. By dessert I had put a bullet between his eyes.

[Sydney is disguised as Lauren]

Sark: Lauren and I had a... reputation; certain intimacies were public knowledge. We must maintain appearances.

Sydney: Dream on, you perverted freak.

Sark: I gave you my word, Mr. Vaughn. Am I to take it that you don't trust me?

Vaughn: You're about to betray one of your former partners; it doesn't really instill faith in your loyalty.

Sark: My past infidelities are just that; mistakes I've learned from... repented for. I've become a trustworthy man.

[edit]

The Index

Sloane: Among the items retrieved was the blackwell index.

Weiss: Blackwell? What is this, worst dressed list?

Nadia: I had no idea what to expect from tonight. I've never celebrated anything with family before. And I wasn't even sure I wanted to, but Sydney insisted. Now I see what I've been missing all these years... the chance to know my family for the kind of people they really are.

Sloane: The Chinese have a saying: "Once choice scatters a thousand griefs." So it is in that spirit that I wish you, Nadia, the same joy that you bring to me every day. I never dreamed that something so precious would come into my life. Because of you, I am a changed man.

[edit]

The Road Home

Sam: So how do I know you’re not one of the bad guys?

Sydney: If I was one of the bad guys, you would already be dead.

Marshall: The good thing, slash, bad thing about living in Austria, smoking is not prohibited. Ergo you have just developed a smoking habit. [offers Sydney a cigarette]

Sydney: No, thanks.

Marshall: Good answer, just checking. It is actually a mag strip encoder.

[edit]

The Orphan

Marshall: Signature plus...password...plus a little Flinkman secret sauce...Nice. Bow before me, encryption gods.

[edit]

Tuesday

Sydney: Do you know how hard it is to maintain cover while dancing the salsa in three-inch heels?

Vaughn: Actually, I do, but let's not go into that.

[Marshall has accidentally shot a man; they need the man's eyes for a retinal scan. Marshall digs into one eye with a letter opener]

Marshall: Oh God. It's oozing. It's oozing everywhere, sir.

Jack: [via cell phone] That means you've ruptured the macula. The eye is useless, abandon it. Approach the second one gently, like a soft-boiled egg. You're going to need a digging instrument to assist with this.

Marshall: I've got a spork.

Jack: What's a spork?

Marshall: It's like a half-spoon... half-fork, will that do?

Jack: That will work.

Marshall: Syd.. This guy, he buried you alive.

Sydney: Yeah, but he cheated. He hit me with a car first.

Marshall: [singing a lullaby] Hush, little Mitchell, don't you cry. Daddy's gonna teach you 'bout lanthanides. Cerium's first, yes it leads the way. Hexagonal structure and it's iron gray. Praseodymium is next and it looks like brass...

[edit]

Nightingale

Jack: The more you cooperate the less pain you endure.

[edit]

Pandora

Sabrina: Can't we just unplug it, or something?

Vaughn: Yeah, sure, if you don't mind blowing it up and killing us both in the process...

[edit]

Another Mister Sloane

Sloane: Are you saying, you want me to go back to Rambaldi?

Sydney: God help us...yes.

Dixon: And we relocate you to someplace safe.

Roberts: Someplace safe.. Like Mars?

Sydney: We give Roberts the coil and put him into play. He makes an exchange, we track the coil back to Arvin Clone.

[Sloane looks at Sydney; Marshall laughs.]

Sydney: Sorry, that's what we've been calling him.

Weiss: Yeah, also, uh, Marvin Sloane... The Rolling Sloanes...

Sydney: The man, the impostor- everything about him is Sloane. His clothes, his posture, the way he looked at me, it's the way you look at me.

Sloane: And how is that?

Sydney: Let's just say it's equally disturbing.

Jack: Coordinate an in-country rendezvous with Sloane at twelve hundred hours.

Weiss: Jack, it's me. You can say 'noon'.

Jack: Just do it!

[edit]

A Clean Conscience

Sydney: What the hell were you thinking?!?

Sloane: I'm sure you mean that in the most polite way.

[edit]

Mirage

Vaughn: This is where your dad lives, huh.

Sydney: What did you expect?

Vaughn: I don't know, a bunker or something? You've really never been here?

Sydney: No.

Vaughn: That's very strange.

Sydney: As opposed to everything else about my relationship with my father.

Nadia: Marshall.

Marshall: Hey, did you hear the news? I get to run an initial analysis on the Hydrosek this afternoon - I love level four biohazard toxins.

Sydney: Remind me to kiss you.

Marshall: Wh-? Ok...

Dixon: What'd she say to you?

Marshall: Uh... nothing.

Marshall: Wow. Mr. Bristow hallucinated the one man who could actually save his life. Even his delusions are lucid.

[edit]

In Dreams

Arvin Clone: He's a CIA stooge with my good looks.

Sydney: You still trust him.

Jack: I trust that when he laid the seeds for this crisis, he thought he was doing something good. That he didn't see this as a trigger for global genocide.

Sydney: So he's simply a delusional megalomaniac with benign intentions.

[edit]

The Descent

Marshall: Hey, man, congratulations, that's fantastic! I'm sure Mr. Bristow's gonna be thrilled.

Vaughn: Really? I'm just hoping he doesn't shoot me on the spot.

Jack [after an exasperating phone conversation]: Like weapons grade anthrax grows on trees.

Dixon: In spite of all this... it's good to see you.

[He and Director Chase kiss.]

Dixon: Weekends aren't enough.

Director Chase: Tell me about it.

Jack: I was set up. Elena put a hit out on Sydney, framed Irina for it.

Katya: Oh, I see. So, you executed my sister on misunderstanding. Well, then, all is forgiven. Don't stand there pretending you are a patsy; you're too good at what you do. If you pulled the trigger, part of you wanted to be manipulated.

Elena: My men think you're here to kill me.

Sloane: You should hire smarter men.

[edit]

Search and Rescue

Vaughn:

Sydney: You mean you want to be rough or you want me to be rough?

Vaughn: Oh, you're always rough.

Sydney: No, I'm not!

Vaughn: Yes, you are.

Sydney: That's not true.

Vaughn: Yes, it is.

Sydney: Are you talking about at home or on ops?

Vaughn: Both... Hey, I'm not complaining.

Sydney: If I'm rough it's because you like it when I... Are we on comms?!

Jack: Yes, you're both on comms. Right now.

Jack: You are going to enjoy getting to know Nadia. She is exceptional.

Irina: I wonder where she got that from?

[edit]

Before the Flood

Marshall: Whatever, I wrote this program in five minutes, you perv!

Marshall: [calling his wife] Hi, honey. I don't -- I don't have a lot of time. I just...I just wanted to tell you I love you. I don't get to tell you that often enough. What? No, I haven't been drinking! I'm just gonna be home early tonight, okay? Bye.

Vaughn: What are you talking about?

Irina: You're not as covert as you'd like to think.

Sydney: Just in case, yeah, I wanna marry you.

Irina: I'm not gonna torture you. I'm gonna let him do it. And he really doesn't care for you, especially after you tricked him into killing me. One thing you should know about Jack: he hates being anybody's puppet.

Irina: [to Jack] Look. Rambaldi wrote: "When blood red horses run through the streets, and angels fall from the sky, the Chosen One and the Passenger will clash. And only one of them will survive... "

Jack: I'm actually hoping that you don't tell us what we need to know ... There's a fifty-fifty chance Sydney cuts the right wire. I'm willing to take those odds if it means I can stand here and watch you turn into an animal.

Elena: You're not a gambling man, Jack.

Jack: I didn't use to be, but it's been a rather interesting year for me. It's made me reevaluate certain parts of my life. I'm trying to have more fun these days.

Jack: No one can hold onto Irina Derevko for too long.

Irina: You may not see me on your wedding day, but I'll see you.

Weiss: What would Jack do in this situation?

Marshall: Well, first he'd probably glower a bit. Then he'd probably blackmail or torture somebody, right?

Sydney: Vaughn, what are you telling me?

Vaughn: Well, for starters, my name's not Michael Vaughn.

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Season 5

[edit]

Prophet Five

Sydney: Dad. Vaughn and I-- we're having a baby.

Sydney: I want the truth. Start with your name.

Vaughn: Andre Michaux. I'll tell you the rest on the way.

Sydney: You're waltzing!

Vaughn: Yup. I've been practicing for our wedding.

Sydney: With whom?

Vaughn: Weiss.

Sydney: I always liked the name Owen.

Vaughn: Owen. Sounds like something you name a gerbil.

Sydney: Clementine is cute.

Vaughn: For a fruit.

Sydney: It's also a name.

Vaughn: It's also a campfire song.

Sydney: Okay, you don't like that one. How about Isabelle?

Vaughn: Isabelle Vaughn. Isabelle Bristow Vaughn.

Sydney: That's pretty. I like that.

Vaughn: Me too.

Sydney: Close your eyes. I'll be right here.

Marshall: He's not gonna find Sydney and Vaughn, not from what I gave him. I encrypted Vaughn's files, 4096-bit - it'll take him years. I mean, he's an ass. Deal with it.

Dean: Then I have no choice. I am now officially classifying him a fugitive and your daughter an accomplice. Now if you want me to show her any leniency, find her and tell me where she is.

Jack: [coldly] Maybe you should try Mexico City.

Marshall: (about Vaughn) If he was up to something, I'd know about it. We're friends. We do lunch.

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...1...

Renee: You're gonna want to step aside now.

Guard: Sexy. So I'm being threatened by a waif and a pregnant chick.

[Renee punches him and shoves him against the door.]

Renee: Is it sexy now?

Sydney: I understand why you're reluctant. You're number eight on the CIA's most wanted list, I get it. But you have to understand: these people killed my fiance, the father of my child. I'm going to enlist every resource available to immobilize them, and if that means that this is the last time you and I see each other, that is fine by me. Just tell me how you want to do it.

Renee: Number eight?

Sydney: Yes.

Renee: I'm slipping. Used to be number six . . . You're exactly like Michael said you were.

Sydney: You called him "Michael."

Renee: Yeah.

[She turns to leave.]

Renee: Don't worry. He was crazy about you.

Curtis: No deal. I'm not talking. . . . [He looks at Sydney's belly.] . . . Sorry, Baby. Daddy just went snooping where he shouldn't have gone.

Sydney: Do you recognize me?

Curtis: No.

Sydney: Four months ago, you murdered a man, Michael Vaughn. Do you remember? I do. I was there. It'll be burned into my memory for the rest of my life as the day my child lost its father . . . So you can imagine what I'd like to do to you. Lucky for you, there's someone I want even more. Tell me where I can find Gordon Dean.

Curtis: Is this whole routine supposed to scared me? I-I do this for a living.

Sydney: It's a funny thing about pregnancy - hormones. Whoo. I woke up today... [she gives Curtis a dark, threatening look] ...feeling pretty hormonal.

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The Shed

Marshall: Take a look right there. See? That - those vials? That's a nerve agent called Substance 33; it was developed by the Russians during the Cold War - remarkable stuff. You know, in an... end of... civilization... sort of way.

Sydney: You're scared. You should be. No one is coming to rescue you.

Rachel: I am an operative for the U.S. Government, so unless you want to start a war with the CIA I would suggest--

Sydney: Here's your next problem, Rachel: we're CIA.

Rachel: Well, then this must be some . . . big misunderstanding. If you're CIA, we're on the same side.

Sydney (to Grace): Call Langley and verify her story.

Rachel: You can't. We're off-book, black ops. Langley won't verify us.

Sydney: Well, that's convenient.

...

Sydney: I want to tell you a story. Just stop me if I get something wrong. You were approached in college, someplace public - the quad or walking to class. A man asked you if you wanted to serve your country. When he told you it was for the CIA, you just, you couldn't believe it. But you took the tests, and they were easy for you; they made you feel good about yourself. You probably started work at a false front, some phantom company that had you doing entry-level analysis . . . Maybe you wondered why you were never sent to Langley. Maybe you wondered why you weren't being trained with other recruits. Then you got promoted.

...

Sydney: Dean took you under his wing. He convinced you that you were so important, you just had to be out there, helping him save the world. How am I doing?

Rachel: You read my file.

Sydney: No, I didn't. Thirteen years ago, the same thing happened to me. Only I had been lied to. What I was told was the CIA was in reality a criminal organization. I think you've been told the same lie.

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Mockingbird

Tom: They're ready for us. We got to go.

Rachel: Do you want to come over here and do the advanced binomial calculus? Because I'd be more than happy to stand there and watch.

Tom [to Syd, on comms]: Sidewinder's gonna need a little more time.

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Out of the Box

Jack: You seem to be enjoying your freedom.

Sloane: I was hoping to offer you more than prison food.

Jack: I must confess I'd grown rather fond of the shepherd's pie... I'm assuming you didn't bring me here simply for the cuisine.

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Solo

Tom: You okay?

Rachel: If by "okay" you mean "freaked and embarrassed," then yeah, I'm great.

Peyton: You should've given me the disk!

Rachel: You were gonna kill me anyway.

Peyton: Yeah... but I woulda felt bad about it. Now it's gonna be fun.

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Fait Accompli

Sydney: He suspects it's an access key for a secure network.

Rachel: So, we just have to find out which network. Well, luckily there are only ten billion secure networks in the world.

[Rachel has just knocked down Gordon Dean]

Sydney [on comms]: What's he doing?

Rachel: Eating dirt. I just hit him with a shovel.

Sydney: A shovel? Is he conscious?

Rachel: Yeah, I think so.

Sydney: Then hit him again.

Ehrmann: There are a few more things we need you to do for us.

Sloane: We have a deal.

Ehrmann: No. We have an arrangement, which you don't seem to understand very well.

Sloane: You son of a bitch.

Ehrmann: I'll be in touch. Til then, I want you to remember one thing: you have something now that you didn't have this morning.

Sloane: What's that?

Ehrmann: Hope.

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Bob

Elizabeth: What you're asking me to do - to investigate my own agency - that's treason.

Jack: What's a little treason among old friends?

Marshall: Sounds awesome!

[Jack and the others look at him.]

Marshall: Well, Brazil. Isn't that, you know, the place where they have the, um, string... what are they called, not bikinis but, um--

Jack: Thongs.

Marshall: Yes.

[Rachel stops as she's about to cut another wire.]

Rachel: [to Sark] Just so we're clear: you approached me. You were the one that was stupid enough to let me into your room, and afterwards, you were the one that wanted to cuddle.

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The Horizon

Jack: You should know, when it comes to Vaughn ... I take it quite personally.

Sydney: I know, Dad.

Jack: We're going to fix this.

Dr. Desantis: So this is how you do it. Bring in a man in a suit to scare me into talking.

Jack: You're right. The suit shouldn't scare you. What should scare you... is that I'm a very concerned father.

Dr. Desantis: You can't do anything to me now. I'm quite prepared to die.

[Jack gives Renee the gun.]

Jack: See if he means it.

[while Sydney is under hypnosis]

Sydney: Wait a minute; don't tell me you cook.

Vaughn: There are a lot of things about me you don't know.

Sydney: Do you clean, too?

Vaughn: I've been known to. Why? Are you thinking of hiring me?

Sydney: Why would I hire you when I got you for free?

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S.O.S

Peyton: You tracked me with the radio.

Sydney: Not really. You're just predictable.

Devlin: How's life underground treating you?

Jack: Good. Always ... full of surprises.

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Maternal Instinct

Irina: You should know something, Sydney. I never wanted to have a child. The KGB demanded it. They knew it would insure your father allegiances to me. You were simply a mean to an end. And when the doctor put you in my arms, and I looked at you, so fragile. All I could think was I could have made a such terrible mistake, and at that moment I was sure of one thing : I couldn't be an agent and a mother. And I failed at one of both. And I chose to fail at being a mother.

Irina: If Peyton's here then she's here to kill me too.

Jack: Then she'll be very disappointed because I'm about to beat her to it.

Irina: We're going to be grandparents.

Jack: I'm trying to ignore that fact.

Irina: [to Marshall on the phone] Tell the team they'll need diapers.

Monk: [to Vaughn] My brother.... there's good news. You have a daughter.

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There's Only One Sydney Bristow

Jack: You do not leave edged weapons within the reach of children.

Sydney: She's four weeks old, Dad.

Jack: Particularly young Bristow women.

Sydney: She can't even hold her head up. I think we're safe.

Rance: With your permission, Ma'am, we'd like to go through the house, baby-proof it from top to bottom. Socket protectors, safety latches, gates on stairs. Spread-spectrum RF protectors, perimeter sensors, explosive sniffers. All the usual stuff.

Sydney: Hopefully she won't even know I've been gone.

Rance: Oh, no. The mother-child bond is impossible to replicate, even by Agent Dalton and myself.

Sydney: How can you be marrying a girl I haven't even met yet?

Will: Well, you know, I think the Government-mandated isolation might have something to do with it.

Sydney: We were talking about what happened. We have to assume you were grabbed because someone was trying to hurt me.

Will: Well, yeah. I didn't think they wanted me for all the Lakers statistics I have in my head.

Marshall: There's some good news. Looks like the charge is small enough that the blast will be localized.

Will: Wait- wait. So it might not kill me?

Marshall: No, it'll definitely kill you. There just won't be any collateral damage.

Rachel: You are the Chosen One.

[She looks around the room, studying the others.]

Rachel: You people really believe this stuff.

Dixon: We've . . . seen things that give Rambaldi's words weight.

Will: Guys! Can we debate this later? After the bomb is out of my head?

Will: I was asking you to be my best man.

Sydney: Really?

Will: Yeah. Before I realized that you have such little faith in me. You thought I was gonna die?!

[edit]

30 Seconds

Sydney: You should think about joining APO, really.

Renee: In case you forgot, I'm a criminal.

Sydney: We could try for a pardon. You should think about it.

Renee: Okay. (Waits a moment) No.

Tom (checking his watch): It's 10:00.

Renee (looking at her watch): It's 9:59.

Tom: I didn't realize the French were so punctual.

Renee: We're not. It's you Americans who are always in a hurry.

Tom: And we get fat, too. Is there anything else?

(Bell tolls at the top of the hour.)

Renee: Now it's 10:00.

Moritz (to Renee): You bitch!

(Renee punches him)

Renee (to Tom): I hate that word.

Tom: I'll remember that.

Moritz (tied up and screaming): Help! Someone, anyone! Help!!

Tom: Are you done yet?

Tom (to Moritz): You and I both know you are not cut out to withstand extended interrogation.

Nadia: You have to choose, me or this (referring to Rambaldi's Page 47).

Sloane: You can't ask me to choose between the two most important things in my life.

Nadia (close to tears): Then I guess you'll lose us both. (Throws the page into the fireplace)

Sloane: A few days ago I was absolutely horrified that you would suggest I would turn against APO. That I would kill my own daughter. I realize now that both were inevitable. That death is a necessary sacrifice. Necessary to complete the final leg of this journey. I have been preparing for this my whole life. I knew it was coming. I have betrayed everyone I ever loved. But I was chosen.

[edit]

I See Dead People

Jack: What I am about to say is not to leave this room. Agent Vaughn is alive.

Marshall: I knew it! I knew he couldn't be dead...!

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No Hard Feelings

Marshall: You know, I cried at your funeral.

Vaughn: Um, yeah, uh . . . sorry about that.

Marshall: No, no. Thank you. I need a good cry every now and again.

Sydney: Where are you?

Jack: Right now? In your kitchen, playing with Isabelle.

[Actually, he's just standing in front of the baby.]

Sydney: You are? How is she?

Jack: Happy.

[Isabel coos.]

Sydney: Dad, did she just--

Jack: --giggle? Yeah. Apparently I'm funny.

Dixon: (of Vaughn) You're shorter than I remember.

[Vaughn tells Dixon how Jack saved his life by faking his death.]

Vaughn: You know, it's funny. It's the first time I ever felt Jack accepted me.

Dixon: Or else he manufactured a very elaborate scheme to postpone your wedding to his daughter...

Dixon: And here. (hands Vaughn a photo of Isabelle). Fortunately, she looks more like her mother.

Vaughn (to Isabelle): Gonna be just like your mom, aren't you?

Sydney: Oh, I hope not. I hope she's a . . . doctor, or a teacher, or just anything that does not involve wearing a wig.

Vaughn: I don't know... I think that she'd look cute in a little pink wig. (Isabelle rolls over) Maybe not. (Isabelle starts to snore. Vaughn laughs.) Oh my god, the snoring, that just kills me.

[edit]

Reprisal

[Rachel is using her underwire to pick her handcuffs]

Marshall: Uh, what are you doing?

Rachel: Sometimes it pays to be a girl.

Marshall: [after seeing the guard coming to execute them] Um, um, Rachel! (to the guard) Please, don't shoot me. I have a family, a wife and a son. We're hoping to having another one, maybe a girl?

[Rachel beats the guard up]

Marshall: That was the coolest thing ever! Like, the Empire Strikes Back, you know?

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