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1.22 Almost Thirty Years


Sark: My employer's 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.



Syd: (answers phone) Hello.
Sark: Sydney Bristow?
Syd: Yes.
Sark: I'm calling on this line because I know its untraceable. Listen to me very carefully. We have your friend and we're planning 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 there's a great value to it. He's wants it back. Along with a certain container of liquid. I believe you are familiar with the items to which I am referring.
Syd: Yes, I am.
Will: (on phone, in background) Syd, don't listen to him! Don't do anything for me!
Sark: You have 48 hours. There's an alleyway in Taipei. Ho Ping Ruinard. Be there, Tuesday at midnight.



Vaughn: 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.
Syd: I'm just so scared for him. You'll contact me if you hear anything. Vaughn?
Vaughn: What's going on?
Syd: What do you mean?



Emily: Arvin, you're scaring me.
Sloane: SD-6 is not part of the CIA.



Man: You had a cavity. Talk to me about the circumference.
Will: I don't know a thing about the circumference. I swear to God. Please...no...don't...no..don't...



Dixon: In Aconcagua, when I was shot, you used the call sign, "freelancer". Sydney, your SD-6 password was "bluebird". I wanna 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'm gonna ask you to do is just accept the fact that I can not tell you what this is about. What I am doing is classified. Dix, 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.



Man: A gentleman I know makes this truth serum. I would have used it earlier, except that one in five men who receives it has an unfortunate reaction. It results in paralysis, among other things. (Injects Will with the serum.) Tell me about the circumference.
Will: (crying) I don't know.



Vaughn: Hey.
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. Then I remembered you said the pier calms you down, but you weren't there. And you weren't at the bluffs in the Palisades, either.
Sydney: You didn't really go to all those places...
Vaughn: Yeah, I did. And then I remembered you like the train station, too. Normal people go to their normal jobs.
Sydney: I can't believe you remembered that.
Vaughn: He's contacted you, hasn't he. Khasinau. And he wants the page. You're gonna give it to him.
Sydney: You came here to stop me.
Vaughn: My father used to keep a diary. 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. 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. And 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 - 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.



Sydney: Who told you about this?
Jack: A source. Khasinau's already built one of these devices and it's in this warehouse. Underground lab, room 47. The meeting with Sark is scheduled to take place two hours from now. That means by the time I hand over the page in exchange for Tippin, you must have destroyed not only 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: Here. It's a red mercury charge with a mechanical fuse.
(Beep!)
Sydney: I'll see what they need.
Jack: (to Vaughn) I understand the risks you've taken here and you have my respect for that.



Man: If he knew anything about the circumference we would have heard it.
Sark: I suspected as much. Prepare Mr. Tippin for the exchange.



Will: One in five, you little bitch! One in five!
Man: Get a doctor!
Will: (laughing) One in five! One in five!



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...what I'm trying to say is...I forgive you.



Sydney: Vaughn, it's bigger than I thought.



Woman: I have waited almost thirty years for this.
Sydney: Mom?



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