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Date Posted: 18:18:00 09/29/02 Sun
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's message, "dood" on 16:26:15 09/29/02 Sun
>(In Taipei, Will is dragged into a room by two guards.
>The doors to the room are very similiar to the ones in
>he torture room in the pilot, so it could be he same
>room Sydney was in. They throw Will down on a chair
>and handcuff his ankles to the legs and handcuff his
>wrists. His face is swollen and bruised. His left eye
>is swollen shut and blue. Sark follows them in and
>nods to the guards. They leave Sark and Will alone.)
>SARK: My employer instructed me to keep you alive...
>but not comfortable. So, I'll ask you once. What is
>the circumference? And how do you know about it?
>WILL: Listen to me, man. There's been a major
>misunderstanding here. I don't know what the
>circumference is. Do you understand me? I don't know.
>(Sark nods and turns. He leaves. Just like in the
>pilot, we get closer on those doors. They suddenly
>burst open and the gentleman from that episode walks
>in. A guard comes in with him and grabs Will by his
>hair. He yanks his head back.)
>WILL: Aahh!
>(They pry open his mouth with a clamp. The man leans
>in close. Will's eyes get wide.)
>SUIT AND GLASSES: Hello.
>
>(Back home, Sydney is just waking up. She sits up in
>bed. Francie comes in with some sheets in a folder and
>sits down next to her bed.)
>FRANCIE: I'm opening a restaurant.
>SYDNEY: What?
>FRANCIE: Screw it. I have to open a restaurant. I just
>decided.
>SYDNEY: How--what are you talking about?
>FRANCIE: I feel like I've been sitting around, waiting
>for my life to start. My ass is on that couch, like,
>twelve hours a day.
>SYDNEY: Francie, you're about to graduate from
>business school...
>FRANCIE: Yeah, but then what? I don't have a plan.
>Here's a plan.
>SYDNEY: Where is it? Do you already have a place?
>FRANCIE: Yeah. It's in Silver Lake. I'm not even sure
>what it's going to be yet, but--
>(Syndey's cell phone rings. She gets up out of bed and
>answers it.)
>SYDNEY: Hello?
>SARK: Sydney Bristow.
>SYDNEY: Yes.
>SARK: I'm calling on this line because I know it's
>untraceable. Listen to me very carefully. We have your
>friend and we plan to kill him... unless you do the
>following. There's a document recently stolen from a
>nightclub in Paris. It belongs to my employer. Now, it
>appears to be a blank page and it has a great value to
>him. He wants it back, along with a certain container
>of liquid. I believe you are familiar with the items
>to which I am referring?
>(Sydney is crying. She tries to answer firmly, as if
>she isn't.)
>SYDNEY: Yes. I am.
>WILL: SYD! Don't listen to him! Don't do anything for
>me!
>SARK: You have forty-eight hours. There's an alleyway
>in Taipei at Ho Ping and Ryuian. Be there Tuesday at
>midnight.
>
>(On the pier, Sydney and Jack meet. She's crying.)
>SYDNEY: The CIA has the page Khasinau wants. SD-6 has
>the ampule. You and I could get them both and just
>turn them over.
>JACK: We can't afford to blindly hand the enemy
>something he wants so desperately.
>SYDNEY: I don't know much about you. Do you have any
>close friends? I mean, people that you love?
>JACK: I don't need a lecture on friendships to
>understand what's at stake here. And while I might
>look at scenarios more strategically than emotionally,
>you could learn something from my experience. The
>Rambaldi document Khasinau wants -- he can't make the
>ink on that page visible without the vial of liquid,
>the ampule. Reading that page is so important to
>Khasinau that he risked sending a team into SD-6 to
>try and steal it.
>SYDNEY: You want to get the page and the ampule and
>see for ourselves what that page is?
>JACK: We can't strategize our next move without that
>information.
>(A few minutes later, Jack has his laptop out and he's
>typing.)
>JACK: Getting the ampule from he CIA storage facility
>should be straightforward. It's recovering the page
>that I'm concerned about. It was moved to the SD-6
>off-site lab for analysis. The lab is on a former
>military site near Santa Barbara. It's surrounded by
>water. You'll have to get in through the drainage
>system and access requires Sloane's voice ID and
>fingerprints.
>(Her pager goes off.)
>SYDNEY: It's Vaughn.
>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.
>
>(In the self-storage, Sydney sits on a chair with her
>head in her hands. Vaughn paces.)
>VAUGHN: Sydney, I'm so sorry about this but there's no
>reason to assume the worst. They used tranquilizers on
>the security team, which means they weren't out for
>blood. If this is a kidnapping, they'll contact us.
>(He sits down in the chair across from her and she
>looks up.)
>SYDNEY: I'm just so scared for him. You'll contact me
>if you hear anything?
>(He looks in her eyes.)
>SYDNEY: Vaughn.
>VAUGHN: What's going on?
>SYDNEY: What do you mean?
>
>(At the CIA, in Weiss' office, Vaughn paces again
>while Weiss sits behind his desk.)
>VAUGHN: I haven't known Sydney that long, but I feel
>like I have. Like I know her well enough to know that
>she doesn't just accept problems. She tries to fix
>them.
>WEISS: So, you think she'll try and get her friend
>back by using back channels?
>VAUGHN: Maybe.
>WEISS: And why wouldn't she tell you?
>VAUGHN: The safehouse was compromised. She doesn't
>exactly trust the CIA right now. Would you?
>WEISS: Trust is a tricky thing.
>VAUGHN: What does that mean?
>WEISS: I think you need to fill Devlin in on what
>you've been thinking about Sydney.
>VAUGHN: Not a chance.
>WEISS: Michael--
>VAUGHN: What, fill him in on conjecture?
>WEISS: I know this is a difficult time for you--
>VAUGHN: What are you saying?
>WEISS: Do not let your concern for Sydney get ahead--
>VAUGHN: Eric, that's not--
>WEISS: --GET AHEAD of your responsibility to the
>Agency!
>VAUGHN: That's not what I'm doing here!
>(Haladki pops his head in.)
>HALADKI: Hey, my investigation is on a schedule. You
>have an appointment with me. You're late.
>WEISS: Yeah, I didn't think you'd mind.
>HALADKI: Hey, guess what? I do!
>(Weiss leaves. When he passes by Haladki, he gives him
>a little shoulder check.)
>
>(At a beach house somwhere near the ocean, Sloane
>leads Emily outside where two chairs are placed.)
>EMILY: Arvin, this is beautiful... what did you do,
>did you rent this place for me to recover in?
>(He doesn't say anything and guides her over to the
>chairs.)
>EMILY: Stop. You've been quiet since we left the
>hospital.
>(They sit down across from one another.)
>EMILY: Arvin, you're scaring me.
>(He looks out at the water for a few moments.)
>SLOANE: SD-6 is not part of the CIA.
>(He leans forward and tells her everything. Her eyes
>tear up and she looks frightened of him. He gets
>closer, pleading. She begins to cry, staring at him as
>he talks. She doesn't say a thing but she begins
>shaking slightly and crying. He pleads. She shakes and
>yells something. Sloane gets up and moves away from
>her. Then he walks away and goes back inside. Emily is
>shaking and crying. She closes her eyes.)
>
>(In a van, Jack and Sydney debrief.)
>JACK: This shirt is made of a heat sensitive material.
>Get Sloane to touch it. It'll transmit a digital copy
>of his prints and I'll create a latex duplicate.
>(He gives her a watch.)
>JACK: This is a wireless relay. It'll log me into
>Sloane's computer once you're in range of the
>terminal. I'll acquire the passwords then you'll lead
>the conversation. He doesn't need to say the actual
>words. Every word in the English language is comprised
>of forty-four basic phonemes. He's likely to say most
>of them in casual conversation. I'll shape them into
>the words we need. Once you'll leave Sloane's office,
>you'll have less than an hour to get to the facility
>before the passwords change.
>SYDNEY: Dad... thanks.
>
>(Marshall's office. He's working on something -- not a
>pop-up book -- when Dixon enters.)
>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.
>
>(Sloane's office. He sits behind his desk looking
>depressed. Sydney enters.)
>SYDNEY: Excuse me. Do you have a minute?
>SLOANE: Yeah. Yeah, of course.
>SYDNEY: I feel so selfish coming to you like this...
>(In the van, Jack sits behind a few monitors and
>watches Sydney's view on Sloane from the camera she's
>wearing. He's listening in on the conversation.)
>SYDNEY: ...Especially knowing what you and Emily must
>be going through right now. I'm sorry.
>SLOANE: Sydney...
>(He gets up and leaves his computer, comes around to
>talk to her.)
>JACK: Okay, Sydney, keep him away from his computer.
>(Sydney clicks the watch and pretends to look upset.)
>SLOANE: What is it, Sydney? You can tell me.
>(He touches her shoulder.)
>SLOANE: Come on. You can tell me.
>(The transmit from Sloane's touch comes up on Jack's
>monitor. He tears out the latex duplicate.
>JACK: Got his prints. Still accessing central
>security.
>SYDNEY: I don't remember much about my mother. When I
>think of the things that I miss, the experiences I
>wish I had with someone... sitting in a garden,
>talking... look, I think I had those things with Emily
>and the thought of losing that connection...
>(His phone rings on his desk, right by his computer.)
>SLOANE: Excuse me.
>(It still shows on his computer monitor that Jack is
>accessing the security. Jack types quickly. He's in.
>He puts the screen back up. Sloane answers the phone.)
>SLOANE: Yeah? I'll be right there.
>(He hangs up and comes closer to Sydney.)
>SLOANE: When Emily was diagnosed with cancer, the
>doctors predicted she had six months. That was three
>years ago.
>(Jack, in the van, starts configuring the sounds and
>manipulating them for the passwords.)
>SLOANE: And you know, in a way, we're lucky. Thinking
>every day may be her last has reminded us how
>priveleged we are to have her in our lives.
>JACK: We still need the consonant "ch," Sydney. As in
>"choose."
>SLOANE: I have to get ready for this meeting--
>SYDNEY: Did you and Emily ever think of having
>children?
>SLOANE: What we do here Sydney, is more than just a
>career. I didn't think it would be fair to bring
>someone into the world who couldn't really know their
>father. Seeing the kind of woman you've become,
>knowing that I had something to do with it... that's
>as rewarding as if I had a child of my own.
>JACK: Bastard.
>(He configures the last sound for "choose." Sydney
>walks out of the office and sees Dixon sitting at his
>desk.)
>JACK: You have exactly fifty-seven minutes before the
>passwords change.
>(She smiles. Dixon smiles back and watches her walk
>out.)
>
>(In the torture room, a drill whirs in Will's mouth.
>He gasps and screams. Suit and Glasses takes the drill
>away and wipes it off.)
>SUIT AND GLASSES: You had a cavity. Talk to me about
>the circumference.
>WILL: I don't know anything about the circumference...
>I swear to God... I swear to God... Please...
>(He gets out the pliers.)
>WILL: No, no... no, no, no, no...
>(He comes closer.)
>WILL: NOO! Arghhhhhhhhhhh! AHHHHHH!
>(Suit and Glasses yanks out a tooth. Will squirms and
>screams.)
>
>(Sloane's office. The Alliance leader Ramond sits
>across from Sloane at his desk.)
>RAMOND: As you know, the Alliance granted your request
>to spare your wife. Your argument at the time was that
>she was suffering from a terminal illness. But that is
>no longer the case.
>SLOANE: Well... I propose we bring Emily in. Emily
>spent eight years in the state department, she was a
>senior partner at--
>RAMOND: Arvin.
>SLOANE: Emily will be an asset here.
>RAMOND: If I were in your position, I might try to do
>the ame but it won't work. I am truly sorry but these
>are the prescripts of the Alliance.
>SLOANE: You don't know the kind of mistake that you
>are making here.
>RAMOND: As I said before, threats will do no good.
>SLOANE: This threat might. It's not what I'll do if
>you have Emily killed, it's what I won't do. The
>Alliance is falling apart, Ramond. This organization
>is crumbling under the weight of corruption,
>bureaucracy, infighting, fear. With enemies like
>Khasinau, we live in a new world. Do you tell me that
>you think the Alliance is going to survive under its
>current state? We need new leadership. With Briault
>and Poole gone, there are two empty chairs around the
>partners' table.
>RAMOND: And you want one of them.
>SLOANE: I demand one of them.
>RAMOND: Arvin, I came here today not only to hear your
>appeal for your wife but because the Alliance has
>already voted and they agreement was unanimous. We
>agree that you should be admitted to full partner.
>SLOANE: Good.
>RAMOND: However... this offer is contingent on your
>fulfilling the other matter.
>
>(Sydney drives up, alone, to the water's edge and gets
>out. She zips up her scuba outfit and puts her mask
>on. Looks at her watch. Gets her pack on. And dives
>in. Dixon sits in his car nearby and watches her.
>Sydney swims, flashlight in hand. She gets to the
>drainage cover and takes out a torch, removing the
>grid. She enters.)
>
>(The CIA conference room with Vaughn, Weiss, Haladki
>and Devlin.)
>VAUGHN: So, I'm confused. Why was I called in here?
>DEVLIN: Mr. Weiss mentioned that you were suspicious
>of Sydney Bristow.
>(Vaughn looks at Weiss, who is sitting next to him..)
>
>(Sydney enters the building and takes off her mask.)
>
>(At the CIA storage building, Jack drives up and shows
>his badge to the security officer. She nods and clears
>him in.)
>
>(Conference room.)
>VAUGHN: When I mentioned I was suspicious, I simply
>meant that Sydney seemed troubled.
>HALADKI: But that isn't the word you used, is it?
>
>(Sydney runs in her scuba gear to the security panel.
>She checks her watch. She has eight seconds left
>before the passwords change. She takes out the latex
>duplicate and covers her finger. She takes out a tape
>recorder and plays the manipulated passwords.)
>SLOANE'S VOICE: Rule. Dear. Choose.
>(She presses her finger with his fingerprint up to the
>panel and enters. She runs in the lab and sees the
>page. She rolls it up and puts it in a can. She runs
>out.)
>
>(Jack walks in the storage room. He punches in a code
>and opens the doors.)
>
>(Conference room.)
>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?
>VAUGHN: It was just a conversation. I have--
>DEVLIN: Is it your opinion, Mr. Vaughn, that Ms.
>Bristow is hiding something from you? Hiding something
>from the Central Intelligence Agency?
>(Vaughn looks at Weiss all, "How could you?")
>VAUGHN: Yes, sir.
>
>(Jack takes out the ampule and closes the box up.)
>
>(Devlin's office. He's alone and speaking on the phone
>to the female guard who let Jack through.)
>DEVLIN: Yeah, it's Devlin. Records say Jack Bristow
>checked into your location.
>GUARD: Yeah, like, twenty minutes ago.
>DEVLIN: Keep him there!
>GUARD: Sir... he already left.
>
>(On the shore, Sydney takes off the headgear and
>shakes out her wet hair. Dixon walks up.)
>DIXON: In Aconcagua, when I was shot, you radioed for
>help. You used the call sign Freelancer. Sydney, your
>SD-6 call sign was Bluebird. I want to give you the
>benefit of the doubt. I even made excuses for you in
>my head. Trouble is, I don't believe any of those
>excuses. Who are you working for? And do not play
>games with me!
>SYDNEY: Dixon, you know that I would never do anything
>to hurt you. You know that I would never do anything
>to betray what we believe in!
>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.
>
>(Devlin's office. His telephone rings.)
>DEVLIN: Yeah.
>(Jack's driving in his car, talking on his cell.)
>JACK: It's me.
>DEVLIN: Jack? What the hell are you doing?
>JACK: I'm saving someone's life.
>DEVLIN: Really? Well, you may be destroying another
>one! You just stole classified property of the United
>States government!
>JACK: You'll get the solution back plus a copy of the
>Rambaldi page.
>DEVLIN: Jack, I have accepted your methodds for a lot
>of years now but there's a mole hunt going on here.
>JACK: Any leads on the mole?
>DEVLIN: Well, so far... I'm talking to the guy. I gave
>Haladki authority to start an inquiry. He's got some
>good questions. Why you were willing to risk Tippin's
>life, in the first place, how come you came to know
>about the circumference? Jack, this doesn't look good.
>Come back to the office.
>JACK: We're friends, you and I.
>DEVLIN: What?
>JACK: You'd consider us friends?
>DEVLIN: Well, I used to. What the hell are you talking
>about?
>JACK: I'll see you when the job's done.
>(He hangs up. Devlin covers his mouth with his hand.)
>
>(In the Taipei torture room, Suit and Glasses picks up
>a jar of yellow liquid and a very large syringe.)
>SUIT AND GLASSES: A gentleman I know makes this...
>truth serum. I would have used it earlier except that
>one in five men who receive it has an unfortunate
>reaction.
>(He injects the syringe with the serum. Will's head is
>hanging low and blood drips down from his mouth onto
>his sweatshirt.)
>SUIT AND GLASSES: Results in... paralysis, among other
>things.
>(He finishes loading up the syringe and grabs Will by
>the neck.)
>WILL: Aahh...
>(Suit and Glasses injects the serum into Will's neck.)
>WILL: Owww... oohhhh...
>(Will breaks down. He starts shaking a little. Suit
>leans in close. Will starts sobbing.)
>SUIT AND GLASSES: Tell me about the circumference.
>WILL: (sobbing) I don't know... I don't know...
>
>(Litvack's office at Will's newspaper. Abby stands
>before her desk while Litvack reads the article.)
>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!
>
>(In a garage, Sydney wipes the solution on the page
>and the ink slowly appears.)
>SYDNEY: Then Dixon just turned and walked away. I
>think he's going to report me.
>JACK: If we have to dela with that crisis, we'll deal
>with that crisis.
>(All of the ink appears and it shows the designs and
>instructions for the Mueller device from the pilot.
>The U-shaped base with a red floating ball. Sydney
>gets a flashback.)
>SYDNEY: Oh, my God...
>(She remembers how when she unlatched the sides, the
>ball exploded and liquid came out.)
>SYDNEY: This device... I took it from Taipei last
>year.
>JACK: Two weeks ago an unsubstantiated report came in
>through CIA claiming Khasinau's been looking for
>something called the circumference. Instructions
>describing a method of applying technology Khasinau
>had acquired. This must be the circumference.
>SYDNEY: So if Khasinau built one of these devices this
>page would tell him how to use it.
>JACK: (nods slowly) Keep this safe...
>SYDNEY: Wait, Dad, what are you doing? We have to be
>in Taipei in sixteen hours.
>JACK: Keep your phone with you. I'll call you when the
>plane's ready. Don't go home.
>
>(That night Haladki walks to his car. His car alarm
>chirps. He climbs in and is about to start the engine
>when he's grabbed from behind. His attacker drags him
>to the back seat. Haladki kicks and tries to scream.
>Jack presses a gun to his throat.)
>JACK: How the hell did you know about the
>circumference?
>HALADKI: You are out of your mind, you know that?
>(Jack calmly slams his gun into Haladki, knocking him
>out.)
>
>(Garage. Jack walks and picks up a spray bottle filled
>with a liquid. He calmly walks over to Haladki who is
>spread out on a table on his back. His hands are in
>two wood vices. Jack sprays it on his face to make him
>wake up.)
>HALADKI: Aughhh... dammit, my eyes! Ahhh! Oh, God!
>(He sees that his hands are in the vice.)
>JACK: How long have you worked for Khasinau?
>HALADKI: You sick SON OF A BITCH!
>JACK: Devlin said you mentioned the circumference.
>HALADKI: I want to see you BURN IN HELL, you HEAR me?
>JACK: You don't have the clearance to know what that
>is.
>HALADKI: You BASTARD!
>JACK: You must have learned about it from the outside.
>HALADKI: You SON OF A BITCH!
>(Jack twirls the vice and tightens it. Haladki's
>fingers crack and break.)
>HALADKI: Ahhh!
>JACK: Do you work for Khasinau?
>HALADKI: No!
>(He tightens it some more. Crunch.)
>HALADKI: Ahhhhhhh!
>JACK: Do you work for Khasinau?
>HALADKI: You son of a bitch!
>(Jack tightens it even more. Haladki's hand crunches
>under the pressure, breaking.)
>HALADKI: YES! I work for Khasinau, yes!
>(Jack presses his gun to Haladki's throat.)
>JACK: How long?
>HALADKI: Two years!
>JACK: Why does Khasinau want the circumference?
>HALADKI: It's the key to something he's had built!
>JACK: Something he's built. Tell me about it.
>HALADKI: It's a battery! All I know is it's just a
>battery!
>JACK: For what?
>HALADKI: I swear I don't know! Jack, Khasinau's the
>future!
>JACK: Where is this thing? This battery?
>HALADKI: It's in Taipei! The Fu Sing district, at a
>warehouse! Pang Pharmaceuticals! In an underground
>lab, in room forty-seven!
>JACK: You gave Khasinau the information about the
>safehouse.
>HALADKI: Jack, this is a gift I'm giving you! Khasinau
>can save you! You should be with him!
>JACK: You told him that my daughter is a double agent
>with SD-6.
>HALADKI: Jack, look at yourself--
>JACK: You exposed Sydney!
>HALADKI: Come with me! I can save you! I can save you!
>(Jack looks in Haladki's pleading eyes. Jack stares.
>Shoots him.)
>
>(Train station. Sydney sits curled up in a chair.)
>ANNOUNCER: Attention, passengers. "Pacific Surfliner"
>to San Diego departing from platform five in fifteen
>minutes...
>(Vaughn sits down on the other side of the seats.
>Their backs are to each other.)
>VAUGHN: Hey.
>(She looks and then looks away.)
>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.
>VAUGHN: He's contacted you, hasn't he? Khasinau? And
>he wants the page. You're going to give it to him.
>SYDNEY: (crying) You came here to stop me.
>VAUGHN: My father used to keep a diary and when I was
>a kid I used to say, "Hey, Dad, only girls keep
>diaries," and he'd just laugh. He was a really good
>guy, my dad. Yeah. But he was too hard on himself. I
>mean, he was such a company guy that whenever he
>slipped up even in the slightest way he took it so
>personally. There were a few operations -- his last
>one among them -- that he questioned. Operations he
>refused to participate in. But only in his diary. He'd
>write out what he wanted to say to the CIA director. I
>mean, things he could never say in real life. He was a
>company man, and I loved him very much. But it killed
>him, never questioning orders. His blind devotion to
>the job. If you're doing what I think you're doing,
>I'm in if you need me.
>SYDNEY: Thank you.
>
>(On the plane, Jack, Sydney and Vaughn sit together
>and go over the mission. Jack has several surveillance
>photos of Taipei in front of him.)
>SYDNEY: Who told you about this?
>JACK: I found a source. Khasina's already built one of
>these devices and it's in this warehouse. In an
>underground lab, room forty-seven. The meeting with
>Sark is scheduled to take place in two hours from now.
>That means by the time I hand over the page in
>exchange for Tippin, you must have destroyed not ony
>the device they've built but the lab itself.
>SYDNEY: Destroying the device should be easy. It's the
>size of a shoe. What about the lab?
>(Jack gives her a bag.)
>JACK: Here. It's a red mercury charge with a
>mechanical fuse.
>(A red light flashes over their head and a buzzer goes
>off.)
>SYDNEY: I'll see what they need.
>(She leaves them alone.)
>JACK: I understand the risks you've taken here and you
>have my respect for that.
>(Vaughn nods.)
>
>(Torture room. Suit and Glasses talks to Sark.)
>SUIT AND GLASSES: If he knew anything about the
>circumference, we would have heard it.
>SARK: I suspected as much. Prepare Mr. Tippin for the
>exchange.
>(Will watches, looking completely dazed from the
>serum. His shoulders are hunched over and he stares at
>the ground, twitching slightly. The two guards and
>Suit and Glasses walk in. S&G snaps his fingers. The
>guards take off the handcuffs. As soon as they're off,
>Will leaps to his feet and knocks down the guards. He
>takes the needle from the tray beside him and lunges
>at Suit and Glasses. He stabs him in the neck with the
>needle.)
>WILL: One in five, you little bitch! ONE IN FIVE!
>(The guards scramble and get up. They come after him
>but Will elbows them in the face.)
>WILL: One in FIVE!
>(Will crazy laughs as the guards get up again and drag
>him out of the room. As Will passes Suit and Glasses,
>he kicks him hard, still laughing. Suit and Glasses
>gasps for air.)
>WILL: (high pitched laughter) ONE IN FIVE!
>
>(Sloane's mansion. In the dining room, an operatic
>aria plays. Dinner is on the table. Emily sits in
>front of her plate. Sloane puts his back to her and
>opens a small package of powder. He sprinkles the
>substance in her wine glass and puts it in front of
>her. He takes his seat across from her.)
>EMILY: Arvin... I can't judge you for what you do. I
>was never there, I was never faced with the choices
>you had to make and I have never... What I'm trying to
>say is... I forgive you.
>(He tries not to break down. He looks at her wine for
>a second. She picks it up and he tries to smile, but
>can't. He picks up his own glass. She takes a big
>drink. With tears in his eyes, he takes a drink from
>his own glass. He looks at her and smiles weakly.)
>
>(Taipei club. Sydney is wearing a blue chin-length wig
>and a black bra with black netting over it. Dog
>collar. Vaughn's in a long leather jacket with his
>hair spikey. They walk in the club together and weave
>through the dancing people. A guy comes up and leers
>at Sydney. Vaughn stares for a second and shoves the
>guy away. She smiles. They take hands and walk off
>together. They walk through the club and go to the
>back. She breaks open the lock and they go inside.
>They drill out a panel and climb through to the
>underground level.)
>
>(In an alley, Jack drives up and gets out of his car.
>A limo drives up. Jack stands by his vehicle, waiting.
>Sark gets out of his white limo.)
>SARK: Jack Bristow doing his daughter's work. There
>was speculation that you might make an appearance
>tonight.
>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.
>SARK: Let's see the artifact.
>JACK: Let's see Tippin.
>(Sark turns and nods. The door opens and Will is being
>held up by another goon. He's covered in blood and his
>head wobbles a bit. Jack blinks at how bloody Will
>looks. Then he focuses again.)
>SARK: Shall we?
>(Jack opens the suitcase on the hood.)
>SARK: You've exposed the page.
>JACK: You would have done the same thing.
>
>(In the underground level of the club.)
>VAUGHN: When I activate the surge inducer, you'll have
>ten seconds to cross the hall before the system
>resets.
>SYDNEY: I'll go radio silent until I'm in the lab!
>VAUGHN: Good luck!
>SYDNEY: You, too.
>(They run off.)
>
>(In the alley, Sark examins the page closely.)
>SARK: The parchment fibers are consistent with the
>other Rambaldi documents. Yes. We have a deal.
>(He nods again. The goon brings Will forward. Sark
>closes up the suitcase.)
>SARK: Please pass along to your daughter how much I
>enjoyed her stage show in Paris. She has a marvelous
>singing voice.
>(He walks away, smirking. The goon pushes Will
>forward. They get in their limo and drive away. Jack
>looks at Will. For a moment it looks like Will might
>fall to the ground like a sack of exhausted flour.
>Will stumbles closer to Jack... and hugs him.)
>WILL: Thank you.
>(Jack looks uncomfortable, not used to this.)
>WILL: (sobbing) Thank you...
>(Jack puts a hand on Will's back and pats him gently.)
>
>(Vaughn makes the cameras in the control room go down.
>Sydney runs down the hallway and opens the door. She
>runs down another hallway. Two guards come her way.
>She kicks one in the stomach and he bangs in to the
>one behind him. She elbows the first one. He bends
>over in pain. Sydney rolls over on his back and kicks
>the other guard in the face. She kicks the one behind
>and roundhouse kicks the other one. The guards go
>down. Sydney grabs her bag and runs down the hallway
>to room forty-seven. She hits the red button and the
>door slides open. She walks inside and turns a corner,
>looking around. Then she looks up, up, up, up. She
>gets closer. The red ball is definitely not the size
>of a shoe. It looks ten stories high.)
>SYDNEY: Vaughn... it's bigger than I thought.
>VAUGHN: Syd, I can't hear you!
>(The feed on Vaughn's end is crackling.)
>SYDNEY: If I turn this thing off, I'm going to have to
>swim out of here.
>VAUGHN: You're breaking up! Syd? Syd, I'm coming down!
>(Vaughn starts running. In room forty-seven, Sydney
>looks at the prongs that she unlatched in the first
>episode. They're the size of large pillars now. Two
>guards run up to her and yell, their guns pointed. She
>runs from them and ducks behind some boxes. She runs
>around and finally attaches the explosive to the
>Mueller device and runs out. One of the guards run up,
>sees the explosive beeping and he yells. The explosive
>goes off and the guards fly in the air. Sydney runs
>from it all. The fire gets closer to the red ball and
>it bursts. The liquid starts rushing out. Sydney runs.
>Vaughn is also running, but towards the water and
>Sydney. They meet at the end of a hall. He watches as
>the liquid starts rushing toward them. Sydney is
>running fast and motions for him to go. She runs up to
>him and grabs him by the chest, getting him out of
>there. They turn another corner and run down the
>hallway to get out of there. Sydney's ahead of him.
>She scrambles for the door where she punched the red
>button to get inside. The door's sliding closed. She
>runs in, tries to hold on to the door to keep it open
>for Vaughn to escape, but the door closes. Vaughn
>looks at her through the window in the door. The
>water's creeping up behind him. The force of it all
>slams Vaughn against the door. Sydney grabs the fire
>extinguisher and starts banging it against the window
>to get him out but it doesn't work. She hits it again.
>And again. And again. Vaughn stares at her, engulfed
>in the liquid. He motions behind her and to get out of
>there, but she won't stop. She bangs the fire
>extinguisher against the window again. His eyes close.
>She keeps on, frantic now. Vaughn disappears. A guard
>from behind takes Sydney down. She elbows him in the
>face and gets up. Vaughn's gone. Someone hits Sydney
>across the face.)
>
>(In another torture room, Sydney is handcuffed to the
>chair. Just like in the pilot, she has blood dripping
>down from the corner of her mouth. She wakes up and
>sees Khasinau standing before her with a tray of food.
>He sits down.)
>SYDNEY: You're Alexander Khasinau.
>KHASINAU: You should eat something.
>(He takes a spoonful of food and offers it to her.)
>SYDNEY: I'm not hungry.
>(He nods and puts it back down. He gets up to walk
>out.)
>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.
>(Sydney watches as a woman walks in. Sydney's eyes get
>big as the woman stands in front of Sydney.)
>THE MAN: I have waited almost thirty years for this.
>SYDNEY: Mom?
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