Setting: Los Angeles – Rooftop of a building.
Vaughn: Your mother’s trial starts this morning.
Sydney: How long do you think it will last?
Vaughn: Could be a while. Eighty-six counts of espionage against her and the persecution alone could take months just to present their case.
Sydney: I want to see the opening arguments.
Vaughn: I’ll arrange for a closed circuit feed into the ops centers.
Sydney: Thanks. You know any jokes? ‘Cause I could use one.
Vaughn: This grasshopper walks into a bar and the bartender says “hey, we have a drink named after you.” And the grasshopper…
Sydney: “You have a drink named Doug?”
Vaughn: Well I was going to use Phil.
Sydney: Phil is certainly no funnier than Doug.
Vaughn: I know I’m sorry. It’s a non-humorous.

Setting: Los Angles – U.S. Join Taskforce on Intelligence Operations Center. Sydney and Vaughn follow Rick into the Operations Center.
Rick: Closed circuit is online. The proceeding is about to start in a minute and the feed will be right over here.
Vaughn: Thanks Rick.
Rick: Sure.
Rick leaves.
Sydney: That’s Senator Douglas…
Senator Douglas on the monitor.
Senator Douglas: Distinguish witnesses…
Sydney: … with the Judge.
Sydney and Vaughn watch the monitor as Senator Douglas speaks.
Senator Douglas: I know you were expecting opening arguments for persecution of Irina Derevko. But as of this morning a plea agreement has been reached with the defendant. In regards to the eighty-six counts of espionage leading to the deaths of twelve United States operatives, Derevko has plead guilty on all counts. A select penalty jury was impaneled early this morning. The decision was predictably swift. Derevko received a maximum sentence under federal statue of death by lethal injection. Since she has opted to forego all appeals, her execution will be carried out three days from today. Session adjourn.

Setting: Los Angles – U.S. Join Taskforce on Intelligence Operations Center.
Vaughn and Devlin are walking into the Operations Center.
Vaughn: Sir, if you recall, Project Christmas was developed by Jack Bristow to train potential CIA recruits at a young age. Now, base on the research Irina stolen from him, the KGB developed their own version of the project.
Devlin: Yes, I recall.
Vaughn: One of our assets from Moscow just sent this over. It’s a test questionnaire administered to a group of first graders in the early eighties. The test was designed to identify kids who would make good agents in the Soviet Secret Service. Now reading over it, what really struck me is how similar these questions are to a standard I.Q. test given to first graders in this country.
Devlin: Where are you going with this?
Vaughn: Remember the rumor going around in the agency during the Cold War about the Soviets raising sleeper agents as Americans? I know it sounds potential paranoid but this is how you would do it. If they managed to get their tests in circulation here, they could have contacted hundreds of kids.
Devlin: Interesting but unlikely.
Vaughn: I just think it would be interesting to analyze tests from…
Devlin: Stop. We can’t spare a single agent right now must less a team for a project that at best have historical value. The KGB doesn’t even exist anymore.
Devlin walks away.

Setting: Los Angeles – Top level of a parking garage.
Will is waiting for Vaughn to arrive. A few moments later, Vaughn drives up and then gets out of his car.
Will: Thanks for coming.
Vaughn: Of course. Is everything all right?
Will: Okay, look, I don’t…I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it. I need a job. With all the publicity, no one will hire me. I thought that maybe you can help me out. I mean I don’t want to be an agent. I know that the CIA has a ton of front companies. You have defense contractors and shipping companies. I’ll work at a desk anywhere. Just as…
Vaughn: Look, I know this is going to 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.
A moment of awkward silence.
Will (continued): You know anyone who wants to buy a car?
Vaughn: There might be something. I have a discretionary fund for informants. Totally off the books. I could pay you to do research.
Vaughn pulls a piece of paper out of his jacket.
Will: Seriously? I will so owe you.
Vaughn hands the piece of paper to Will.
Vaughn: This is a list of question. Please keep them to yourself. All I need you to do is find out if any of these questions ever appeared on a standardize test in the United States in the last twenty years.
Will: The more you tell me the faster I can get you what you want.
Vaughn: I pay by the hour. Take your time.
Will: Thank you.
Vaughn: You’re welcome.
Will shakes Vaughn’s hand.

Setting: Los Angles – Quarantine Room Sydney walks down the corridor and sees Vaughn sitting on a bed. She opens the door and walks in. Vaughn stands up.
Vaughn: I know.
They both sit down on the bed. Vaughn puts his arm around Sydney and holds her.

Setting: Los Angles – Quarantine Room Vaughn are lying down on separate beds. Sydney wakes up and looks at Vaughn.
Sydney: Hi.
Vaughn: Hey.
Sydney: Did you close your eyes at all?
Vaughn: On and off. You talk in your sleep.
Sydney: No. What did I say?
Vaughn: Don’t frost the pie. It seemed really important.
Sydney: No idea. You think we’re sick?
Vaughn: I don’t know.
Sydney: Vaughn, can I tell you something?
The Doctor walks in.
Doctor: Agent Bristow, your tests came back negative for antibodies. You’re free to go. Agent Vaughn, your tests at this point are inclusive. We did find a heighten level of antibodies in your bloodstream, but you could simply be fighting off a cold. We won’t know for a few more hours. You’ll have to stay.
Sydney: You said that Sark tested patients’ blood at the first sign of infection. What was the sign?
Doctor: Hemorrhaging from the fingernails.
The Doctor walks out of the room.
Vaughn: I’ll be fine. Your dad’s hearing is in an hour. You should go.
Sydney puts her shoes on, gets up and leaves.
Sydney: I’ll see you soon.
Vaughn: Yeah.

Setting: Los Angles – Restaurant
Sydney is sitting alone at a table. A waitress brings Sydney a drink.
Sydney: I didn’t order this.
Waitress: It’s from the gentleman at the bar.
Sydney turns around and sees Vaughn at the bar. He holds up his cellphone, calling Sydney. Sydney’s cellphone rings. She answers her cell.
Sydney: You’re okay?
Vaughn: Yeah, clean bill of heath. Apparently, I am fighting a cold.
Sydney: I came by to see you after the hearing but they were still running tests.
Vaughn: I know. They told me you came here.
Sydney: This is ridiculous, being in the same restaurant on the phone.
Vaughn: Listen Syd, I… I actually came by to tell you something. They’re sending your father to prison.
Sydney: You’re kidding.
Vaughn: Gets worse. Douglas decided that your mother’s immunity agreement was never binding. They’re going to carry out her death sentence anyway. Her execution goes ahead tomorrow at 8 A.M.

Setting: Los Angeles – Bathroom While Vaughn is shaving, he sees that his fingers are hemorrhaging.


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