"That's good!" "But the truth is..." "You are insane!" "....the truth is..." "Oh, the truth is..." "The ever evasive truth is that there are advantages to losing all your stuff in a fire." "How's that?" "To dying and coming back to life..." "No, no, no..." "I'm good, I'm good..." "Okay, all right... a little one...just a..." "Think about it... all the paper..." "Newspaper clippings from high school, yearbooks, and sweaters" "I was never gonna wear again, ever, and... pictures, and... picture frames..." "Yeah, but there's gotta be something that you had that... that it just kills you that you don't have anymore..." "I mean like a thing..." "like a thing, like..." "I know what you mean..." "I used to have a first edition Alice in Wonderland... my mother gave it to me for my 5th birthday..." "Despite my roller coaster relationship with her... wherever she is... that was one of the things I sort of loved..." "Okay, this is it." "The bar is closing...... last drink." "The...elephant in the room..." "Which one?" "Aw, come on...tomorrow... you and Vaughn...working together..." "With Lauren..." "With Vaughn's wife, yes." "And, let me just... say for the record that I'm gonna be your friend in there, and if you need someone to talk to, or if you need someone, like, a shoulder to cry on..." "I just want to be there for you." "Oh, tomorrow's going to be fine." "Damn it..." "You've met Lauren?" "Yes." "Hello, again." "Sorry again about yesterday." "I should have said something...." "No, it was my fault." "You had no idea" "I was the one that stormed in..."" "Anyway..." "Sorry." "Uh, listen, I made you a, um, mixed CD of all of the most popular songs over the past few years." "Not so you can listen to all the impossible boy bands they keeps churning out with...except for J.T.." "Timberlake... that guy can move... whatever..." "But more importantly, because it's scientifically proven that sounds trigger the CA3 region of the Hippocampus in the, you know..." "long-term memory." "Thank you." "Awkward!" "Earlier today, 4:47pm Moscow time," "Russia's early warning system was activated." "They assumed it was an incoming missile attack." "It wasn't a missile." "It was a satellite that had fallen from orbit." "As a result of the perceived attack, the Russian president activated his nuclear briefcase, initiating a countdown to a prelaunch sequence." "With two minutes to spare, they attained visual ID, and scrubbed the launch." "Ten minutes later," "Echelon picked up a call from a secure line between Sark and this man Colonel Boris Oransky;" "dishonorably discharged in '96 from Russia's military space command." "Since then, he's worked for a privately held French contractor." "It was their satellite." "Oransky brought down his own satellite?" "Do we have any idea why?" "Not yet...but on the phone call, he and Sark discussed meeting to move on to 'Phase Two'." "We've tracked Sark to Mexico City." "We've ordered a team of local agents to surveille him." "If we're gonna grab Sark, I'd like to be on that team." "It isn't our intention to grab Sark." "The NSC believes we may learn more about the Covenant by tracking Sark's movement in the hope he'll lead us to the Covenant's key players." "That's...fine in theory, except that I guarantee that within five minutes of that meeting, we will have lost Sark." "It's happened before." "You know, within that last two years, our surveillance capabilities have become far more sophisticated." "I may have missed a lot in the last two years..." "I mean, quite a bit...but the fact that Sark is already aligned with an organization outwardly hostile to the United States, and apparently Russia...indicates..." "As I was going to explain to you, our optical satellite resolution has increased dramatically." "We have real-time face recognition..." "All the technology in the world can't and won't fix our problem." "It's the people we need to stop!" "Sark, for example Now, I'm familiar with the strategy you're suggesting... the CIA employed it against SD-6, and I saw that..." "The risks you are describing have already been factored into our analysis." "And as for SD-6...the Alliance doesn't exist anymore..." "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!" "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." "For the moment, Sark remains free." "Sydney, Weiss" "Sydney, Weiss..." "I want you to track Sark to that meeting with Oransky." "Standard surveillance operation... let's see if we can get some info on their "Phase Two"." "You leave in an hour." "I hate her!" "Just remember, she's been through a lot." "I've been on eggshells for two weeks since Sydney came back:" "trying not to say the wrong thing, trying to imagine what it's like for her..." "I am done!" "Sydney Bristow is self-righteous and arrogant!" "She just lost two years of her life." "Was she any nicer two years ago!" "?" "Because she's the most condescending person I have ever met!" "I understand why you have a problem with her." "No... she's the one with the problem!" "I'm not going to apologize because I remember the last 24 months, or because I'm married to the man that I love!" "You're reacting emotionally." "No, I'm reacting intelligently, as I expected Sydney to." "She's been gone two years, you'd think she'd listen to someone instead of talking all over them!" "She's horrible!" "Okay, stop." "This was Sydney's first briefing." "Give her a minute!" "I mean, the way things are, no one would blame you if the two of you hated each other..." "But I actually believe that you'll end up respecting her... you might even like her." "Just remember that I love you." "How was the first briefing with Lauren?" "Wonderful." "I'm not asking because I'm a fan of interoffice gossip; tell me how it went." "Why?" "Did she seem aggressive toward you?" "Yes...as I'm sure I did to her." "What is this about?" "In here" "Now that Lazarey's murder has been linked to the Covenant, the NSC has convened their own investigation into his death." "You don't think they know?" "That you're the murderer?" "Not yet." "But they've just received some footage, apparently of the crime." "How?" "Another camera...security, from across the street." "And as our current bad luck would have it, the NSC's assigned this investigation to Vaughn's wife." "I know what you're thinking, but the longer we withhold this information from them, the more guilty I seem..." "The NSC and the CIA are going to learn that I killed Lazarey And when they do, the NSC will not hesitate to subject you to every available procedure in order to capture your memory..." "So let 'em." "Dad," "I am losing my mind not knowing what happened to me, and if someone out there, someone has the answer..." "The techniques that would be employed to stimulate your memory are invasive surgical, dangerous procedures that could leave you with permanent brain damage." "That is not happening to you; not as long as I'm alive." "Sydney, we've discussed this." "You need to stay focused; you have to do your job." "Reintegrating into the CIA is the only way you're going to get the answers you're looking for." "I've already talked with Lauren;" "I told her I might be able to help the investigation." "She's agreed to let me see the footage." "You'll go to Mexico City;" "I'll do what I can to ensure this remains our secret." "Marshall...any luck?" "Uh, yeah, actually..." "And considering it's from a Russian security camera, you know I was expecting static, instead...it's pretty good." "Can you loop that?" "Freeze there." "Blow up that frame, please." "Not enough to make a positive ID, is it?" "Well, not like this." "I'm not surprised that the Russians haven't made a match." "Their imaging programs generate pixel interpretation using Bayesian analysis." "Really..." "Russians..." "You can do better?" "Me?" "Please..." "I, uh, there's a lot of things I can't do in life, you know, um...smoking a cigarette, uh, playing basketball," "I never...oh, chin ups..." "I could never, uh, you know...there were always...kids laughing at me...but this?" "I was born for this." "How long will it take you?" "These Eigin values are a mess..." "Give me 72 hours;" "I think I can ID this woman." "Good." "Thank you." "I'm gonna kill Marshall." "This is the worst disguise yet!" "Oh!" "Viva la revolution!" "I'm serious..." "look at that!" "Okay, uh..." "This chip has a gig of memory in it, or as they say here, la memoria." "That's enough memory to transmit full resolution photos." "What's this?" "Oh, okay, that's bad...that's double chin angle for me..." "Not good..." "Audio's workin'." "Syd, we're here for surveillance only...nothing tricky." "Here we go." "Sark's here." "Oransky just got here." "Retriever to base, I am uploading the photos..." "I need to move closer to get a look at those pictures." "Don't get too close." "Be careful, Mountaineer." "They most likely have backup." "Well, it appears they've revealed themselves." "As I told you they would." "Codes are changed twice a week ..." "These go into effect the day after tomorrow." "This is our target, correct?" "Correct." "By the way, I like the name..." "Medusa." "It's clever." "The images are good, sir." "Okay, we've got it, Mountaineer." "Now, get out of there!" "That woman was watching us..." "Retriever, I think I've been made." "Mountaineer, stay put." "I'm comin' in." "Negative, Retriever." "They've got your exits blocked;" "they'll see you on the way in." "If she's CIA, we should be going." "She might have seen the photos." "Then I suggest you make sure she didn't." "Mountaineer, there's a freight entrance at the back of the market, northeast corner." "You should have a straight shot out." "Get away!" "Get away!" "Hey!" "Gringo in the poncho!" "Senorita in the poncho!" "You know who you are!" "Reveal yourself or the girl dies!" "You've got five seconds!" "Four!" "Three!" "Two!" "Let her go..." "I'll let you walk out of here." "I'll be giving the orders, thank you very much." "Drop the gun." "I said, drop it." "Marshall, pull up her photos." "Shut up!" "Don't hurt her!" "Senora!" "Senora, por favor!" "His earpiece is different that ours." "Marshall, we need his RF signal now!" "Sydney, the mission in Thailand, Chai San..." "Get ready..." "I'll tell you when." "Marshall, what frequency are those guys transmitting on?" "Retriever, patch us through to the RF scanner..." "Kick it over." "Okay...now...your surveillance equipment." "Give it to me." "Not until you let her go." "No!" "No!" "No!" "Got it. 418.5 megahertz." "Can you boost a feedback loop?" "How loud?" "180 dbs." "Do it." "Please...stop...trying to negotiate." "The camera's in my glasses." "Give them to me.." "Toss them to me." "Now!" "Good." "We're gonna walk out of here..." "You, me..." "Almost there and the girl..." "Now!" "Oransky got away." "So, Sark was looking at a satellite photo with a three mile radius centered around the Kremlin." "We don't know why." "Yeah, but we know it has something to do with Medusa, whatever that means." "When I was at SD-6," "I think I heard Sloane mention something about a project called Medusa..." "You're kidding me?" "You know what it is?" "What Medusa even means?" "No, all I know is the myth:" "a woman so ugly that if you looked at her, you'd turn to stone." "Sounds like the myth of my college girlfriend." "She actually dumped me for a roadie at a Duran Duran concert." "How embarrassing is that?" "Oregano, please..." "Syd, come on, don't do that..." "You weren't dumped; you were dead!"" "I haven't even asked anyone how they met..." "Are you asking me?" "The NSC was wrapping up the case on your mom we were all deposed..." "Lauren was the one asking the questions." "They hit it off." "Tell me about their wedding..." "It was fine..." "Her parents' farm in Virginia..." "You know, she's Senator Reed's daughter, so..." "No, I didn't." "Yeah." "They have like, 900 acres...it's pretty crazy." "Was everyone there?" "Dixon?" "Marshall?" "..." "Syd..." "She's a good person." "I'm not trying to rub it in, but..." "I..." "I don't want to be dishonest." "I should've thought of it before..." "I mean, come on, isn't it obvious?" "A prior image model with 3D surface reconstruction." "I don't know what I was thinking..." "Have you made a positive identification or not?" "Well, no, not yet." "Now, this...is where we started..." "Okay, now after an application of my 3D reconstruction genius... this is where we are now..." "How's it going?" "Marshall's ahead of schedule." "When do you think you'll be finished?" "Oh, I don't know, I'd say what...maybe, uh, noon tomorrow?" "Good." "Thank you." "I'd like to feed the image into our face recognition database as soon as its complete." "Sydney was right." "The Medusa project was flagged in the SD-6 database." "It's an anti-satellite pulse weapon." "Once operational, it can cripple our network of satellites, DOD, NSA, you name it." "We'd be blind to a potential attack." "You see, that's what's so genius about this weapon..." "It beams a microwave at one satellite in the chain, which then relays a pulse across the entire network." "You're talking about hundreds of satellites... most with classified orbital rotations..." "How does this tie in with the Covenant?" "The man Sark met with..." "Oransky." "He supervised the development of Medusa for the Russian military;" "only he was discharged before it was completed." "He never knew where it ended up." "Until now." "This is the satellite photo Sark and Oransky were looking at." "According to the time stamp, it was taken by a satellite exactly four minutes after Oransky sent that other satellite of his crashing into Gorky Park." "Hmmm." "He sends one bird down so the other can photograph Russia's nuclear reaction protocol in action." "See, what happened was, they thought they were under attack so among other things, they evacuated several high-level government officials to several continuity of government bunkers designed to survive a nuclear attack." "This is what Medusa photographed." "See these motorcades entering the Science Ministry?" "here must be a bunker underneath." "According to the SD-6 database, Medusa is stored in that bunker." "And now Oransky and Sark are planning to steal it." "Just a shot in the dark but, why don't we call the Kremlin and let 'em know what's up?" "The Russians claim to oppose anti-satellite weapons." "They're not about to admit having one." "Bottom line...we have to access the bunker and steal it before Sark gets it." "I'll have Strategic Services list our options." "Meet back here in one hour." "No problem;" "I can corrupt that image, but the terms of my parole prohibit me from using a computer." "You should know that, Jack, I believe you wrote them..."" "How's it rendered?" "3D surface reconstruction." "Is the workstation part of a network?" "Yes." "Okay, well...give me a few days..." "I'll see what I can cook up." "I need it by noon, tomorrow." "I have an IQ of 170, Jack..." "I'm not David Copperfield." "I'll do what I can." "We have to do better than this." "An hour running scenarios and the best we can come up with is Sloane!" "Well, through his cancer research," "Sloane has developed a relationship with the Science Ministry." "If we can get into the Ministry, we can access the bunker and destroy Medusa before Sark and Oransky can steal it." "I don't want to be the voice of dissent every time I walk into this room." "I know we're all qualified to make decisions here, but to me..." "Sloane is still a criminal." "As we've discussed, Sloane is a necessary evil." "We need access to the bunker;" "Sloane can get it for us...if we can use him," "I don't see why we..." "Maybe you haven't been lucky enough to have first-hand experience with that...psychopath..." "She brokered his deal." "What!" "?" "I was part of the team that arranged for Sloane's pardon." "Look, none of us are 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..." "Of course he did!" "He used you to wipe out his competition." "Let me guess...so far his intelligence has been accurate..." "Yes...and the first slip he makes, his pardon will be revoked." "When is your next scheduled briefing with Sloane?" "You have regular meetings with him!" "?" "Sydney..." "Twelve days." "All right." "Move it up." "See if Sloane can get us access to the Science Ministry." "I want both of you to go in as well." "if Sloane can help us infiltrate the bunker," "I don't want to waste a minute... is that clear?" "Do you mind?" "Of course not." "This is a difficult situation for all of us." "I thought..." "I'm not sure how exactly, but I thought we should at least acknowledge that." "No one would blame us if we hated each other... but I hope that doesn't happen." "I don't hate you or Vaughn." "That's what makes it so difficult." "We just got intel from NSA." "They tracked Sark onto a plane from Berlin, headed to Frankfurt, only when it landed, he wasn't on board." "Which means, if Sloane doesn't help us today," "Sark will get to Medusa before we do." "I'm sorry." "I can't help you." "You work with the Science Ministry all the time." "How difficult is it for you to add the names of two of your employees to the guest list of an awards banquet?" "Actually, it's not difficult at all." "It's what you plan to do once you're inside the Ministry that concerns me." "We made it clear that topic is not open to discussion." "Pursuant to my pardon agreement," "I am under obligation to pass along intel as appropriate." "However, I am under no obligation to assist you, or anyone else, to break the law." "Now, as you know, millions of people rely on relief that this company provides." "I couldn't possibly endanger that by exposing Omnifam, or myself, to criminal charges.." "Certainly not with my history..." "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..." "I've missed you, Sydney." "I really have." "Well, it shouldn't be too difficult." "I'll simply tell the Ministry that you're high-level donors and you're looking for a new investment." "You know where to contact us." "I'll expect to hear from you within the hour." "Mr. Vaughn..." "You know, I remember how close you were with Sydney." "I'm sure you share my relief in having her back..." "Just get us on the list." "Are we on the list?" "Under the names Tomas Quintera and Sabina Milan, Omnifam investors." "Got it." "Here." "What?" "I was just thinking of that party... at the embassy in Prague..." "God, that was a good third date..." "Yeah, it was..." "When you spilled your drink on the ambassador?" "What was I supposed to do?" "He was staring down your dress all night long..." "Look how handsome you are..." "Ready." "Be safe." "You too." "Dixon's expecting a call from me." "I'll see you in Los Angeles." "It's a polymorphic worm." "Upload it onto the network;" "it singles out the files you're interested in and corrupts the data so the image can't be fully rendered." "I know, you can kiss me." "How long will that take?" "I...can't say...it depends on the size of the network." "There is one catch." "When you make the upload, it has to be at a terminal with administrative privileges." "Minister, Tomas Quintera and Sabina Milan." "Arvin Sloane sends his regards." "Mr. Sloane is an amazing man." "And a great friend of science." "Welcome." "Good evening." "Good evening." "'Arvin Sloane is an amazing man'!" "?" "Sydney..." "The guards are about to change shifts;" "we have about a minute left." "The guards are gone." "Let's do it." "I've got the minister's prints..." "The thumb's the clearest." "After you." "The NSC's on a real time hookup, so whatever we see, Lindsay sees." "And the face recognition database?" "Ready to kick in..." "As soon as I get the image rendered, we're ready to roll." "Mr. Bristow..." "What can I do for you?" "Is Director Dixon in?" "No...he's over with Marshall." "Is there something I can help you with?" "No, thanks." "I'll just drop these off on his desk ." "Okay." "Okay, lets see how many guards are on the floor." "We're almost into their video surveillance feed." "What?" "These are the cameras for the control room level..." "Sark must already be here." "Oh God..." "He's with Oransky." "Come on." "Wait a minute...we have no idea how many men Sark brought with him." "Yeah...and he doesn't know we're coming..." "The program will be ready to render in a minute." "Uh..." "I was curious..." "Lindsay briefs the President, right?" "You think maybe... you know, assuming this all goes well...that he could, uh, request one of those White House tie clips for me?" "Or uh, peanuts from Air Force One...because I... love peanuts...and you figure they'd get top quality... being as you're...um...the President." "Oh, here we go." "Until Mr. Oransky gets the Medusa core, no one enters the control room and this entire level should be locked down." "I need you to secure all the access points with..." "Oh, uh, gummybear?" "Find everything you need?" "Yes, thanks." "I'm just leaving him a note." "I was wondering if you might show up." "I looked for you upstairs at the party." "I've taken the liberty of discontinuing the elevator service." "And unfortunately, Mr. Oransky, Medusa, and myself won't be here when the guards arrive, but I'm certain when they discover you the Russians will be more than hospitable hosts..." "I think we got it." "There's no way we can steal Medusa." "We can't let Sark get it, either." "We'll have to destroy it...." "We could still rig the generator to blow." "We do that, this whole sublevel's going with it, we won't have a way out." "That could be an intake vent." "We could crawl inside and get out." "We might not make it..." "We might make it." "I'll activate the transfer switch." "We'll have the Medusa core in 30 seconds..." "What the hell was that!" "?" "That generator powers the contol system... they've overloaded the voltage" "Medusa is fried." "We have to go." "No way." "This bitch...shot me in my leg..." "What's happening?" "I'm not sure..." "It's not rendering..." "According to the program...this is as good as it gets" "Anything yet?" "Not what we hoped." "On the picture side...not on the technical side... the picture's not in...focus..." "So, no positive identification of Lazarey's killer?" "Unfortunately, no." "Too bad." "We'll keep looking." "Officially, the Kremlin denies having possession of Medusa..." "Unofficially, they've confirmed that Medusa was destroyed." "Good work." "Thank you." "Go home." "Get some rest." "I'll see you tomorrow." "Good night." "I took care of it." "Thanks, Dad." "Welcome back." "It's a third edition..." "Thank you." "I was going to get the first edition... but it was, like, 40 thousand dollars..." "Anyway..." "I'll see ya later."