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2.02 Trust Me


Francie: Hey, Mr. Bristow. Come on in. Let me ask you a question. Let's say you're hanging out at your favorite neighbor restaurant, you know, with some friends... or whatever. You know, you like to go there. You like the food. What color are the walls?
Jack: Uh, uh, I'm not really into interior decorating.
Francie: I'll get Syd.
Jack: You know, to the Vietnamese and Chinese, the color white means death and bad fortune. Try red.
Francie: Really?


Sydney: Sloane got back from London last night - a full partner of the Alliance. Emily knew the truth. Her death - his immediately being let in. I am convinced; he killed his wife to get that seat.
Vaughn: Killing his wife wouldn't surprise me. Eating his wife wouldn't surprise me.


Sydney: How's Weiss?
Vaughn: He's, uh, still in the hospital, but the doctors say he's gonna be ok, and until then, I've gotta feed his fish.


Vaughn: It's a sub-vocal mic. With it, we can hear what's going on between you and Dixon at all times. As soon as you can, I want you to go radio silent with him so you and I can talk.
Sydney: Call waiting for spies.


Vaughn: I've been thinking about it myself. Listen, you're good at this. This is what you're trained for. Compartmentalizing your emotions. You do it on every mission. You do it with Sloane.
Sydney: This isn't the same.
Vaughn: Syd, I would never force you do to this. I would never make this an official request. But, I also know that what you want more than anything is to destroy SD-6 and bring an end to the Alliance. And if she can help us, then why not use her?
Sydney: Because I can't. Because I won't. Maybe you could shut down with her; I couldn't. I'll talk to you from Rabat.


Kendall: That woman, 48 hours ago, was 100% pure bad news. But, now she's ours. And there is just a chance, Mr. Vaughn, that she has turned.
Vaughn: When she was done with my father, he could only be identified by his dental records.


Dixon: You know, you always do that.
Sydney: What?
Dixon: What you just did with your hair. It's your thing.
Sydney: I don't have a thing!
Dixon: It is. It's your thing.


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.


Irina: I've given you a gift and all you get from me is one.


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


Jack: Yes, and for all you know, that could have 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 may be accurate once, twice... but the minute you start depending on her, she will gut you.


Irina: No, you want to know why. There's a difference. Go after Fordson. Trust me.
Sydney: Why should I do that?
Irina: Because I'm your mother.


Sydney: Let's get something clear. You are not my mother. My mother was Laura Bristow. Laura Bristow died in a car accident 21 years ago. You are a traitor and a prisoner of the United States government. (pause) 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?


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