Transcript- S5/E10
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SEASON 5, EPISODE 10
"S.O.S."
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The episode starts where we left off last episode. Sydney steps onto
the upper deck just as a helicopter is taking off. Peyton and her goons
are not too far behind.
PEYTON: (spotting Syd) There!
Sydney ducks back inside, trying each of the doors but most of them are
locked. She finds an unlocked room and goes inside, knocking
unconscious a man who is working on a laptop inside. Seeing that the
room has computer and radio equipment, she locks the door behind her.
She tunes one of the radios and speaks into its mic:
SYDNEY: This is field agent ID Black-seven-niner-three-c-r (?)
confirmation foxtrot...
Sydney pauses to wince at a pain in her stomach. She gathers herself
with determination:
SYDNEY: Repeat. Confirmation foxtrot-one. Status: MIA. I'm being held
upon a cargo freighter. Registry: unknown.
The door rattles as Peyton tries to open the door. Sydney looks up,
alarmed.
Cut to outside the room where Peyton is still rattling the locked door.
She turns to her lackey:
PEYTON: Do it.
Lackey steps up and shoots at the lock. They enter the room to find it
empty - Sydney has escaped using the other door.
PEYTON: Organize a deck-by-deck search and find her.
Lackey runs off to search for Sydney. Peyton looks around for clues -
she finds the radio's mic hanging down and the radio tuned to
'447550.000'
PEYTON: Damn it.
Cut to LA.
Sloane walks up to Jack entering APO. They both look troubled.
SLOANE: What did you find out?
JACK: I've confirmation Prophet-5 is holding Sydney. I believe they've
had designs on her from the beginning. They knew precisely when and
where she'd be most vulnerable. They must've been tracking her
movements.
SLOANE: Have they made any demands?
JACK: None. [inaudible]...their intentions. Right now, I have reason to
believe they need her alive.
SLOANE: Listen, Jack, we've seen Sydney come through some bad
situations. Whatever you need, I'm here.
JACK: For now, contact everyone you know. Official, or otherwise. I'll
do the same
SLOANE: Okay. I'll let you know if anything comes up.
Cut to Marshall's office. His computer beeps. His screen shows a
spreadsheet, one of the lines has been highlighted red and is blinking.
MARSHALL: Um. [loudly] Mr Bristow!
Jack enters Marshall's office looking concerned.
MARSHALL: I just recovered a field transmission from Sydney.
JACK: Where is she?
Marshall brings up the transmission to play it.
SYDNEY: [on the transmission] This is field agent ID
black-seven-niner-three-c-r confirmation foxtrot... [Sydney gasps in
pain] Repeat: Confirmation foxtrot-one. Status: MIA I'm being held
[message begins to become garbled.
Cut to Marshall's monitor: "TRANSMISSION FILE //0121545 CORRUPT"
(Marshall also has a photos of himself and Mitchell taped to the side
of his screen - cute.)
JACK: [visibly upset] Wh-wh-what happened?
MARSHALL: [frowns as he types at the keyboard trying to answer Jack]
Don't know. It's like the file's just corrupted. I can't seem to pull
them up. You know what? Okay, I just need a second to triangulate the
signal origin. Then I'll have the exact location Sydney sending from. I
just...
Cut to Marshall's screen again. Marshall pulls up some transmission
archive folders. Files start disappearing.
MARSHALL [confused]: Woah. Wait a minute. You know what? They're being
deleted. This doesn't make any sense! It's like someone just wiped out
the archive I---
JACK: [a little panicked] Marshall, what archive? Who's system are you
logged into?
Marshall: [shaking his head] This must be wrong.
His computer continues to beep.
JACK: [in realisation] It's our own. Gather everyone in the briefing
room.
Cut to the freighter
PEYTON: [speaking into a phone] No, we haven't located her yet. No,
that won't be necessary. [hangs up.]
LACKEY: Shall we prepare to welcome company?
PEYTON: Transmission's been taken care of.
LACKEY: We've cleared the lower deck, still nothing.
PEYTON: [annoyed] Then why are you still standing here?
Cut to the lackey searching the ship, giving instructions to his
underlings. He walks down a corridor and enters a room. Pan across to a
vent he just passed by. Sydney's eyes are visible. She looks out at the
goons nerviously.
Cut to APO briefing room.
JACK: Moments ago, we received a field communication from Sydney. From
the little we were able to decipher, it appears she's still being held
in the custody of Prophet-5. However, before we were able to resolve
the entire transmission, someone deleted it. Someone at Langley. Based
on our current intelligence, we already have reason to believe that
Prophet-5's network has infiltrated the intelligence agencies of
several foreign governments. It now appears they may have infiltrated
our own. Someone within the CIA did not want us to receive that
message. Standard protocol for all incoming signals priority-33 and
above are to be backed up on Echelon's com archive. Unfortunately, the
only way to gain access to this archive is on the premises itself. Not
an easy task given the security measures.
TOM: Wait, are you suggesting we break into CIA headquarters?
JACK: Yes.
DIXON: Wouldn't it be prudent to consider other possibilities? Maybe
the message was purged accidentally.
SLOANE: We could ask Langley for a copy of the archives. Might--
JACK: [cutting in] I appreciate your concerns, but at this point we
have no way of knowing how deep this conspiracy reaches. We can't risk
tipping them off to our agenda. Effective, as of this moment, all
information relating to this taskforce and its activities is to be
strictly compartmentalized even from the CIA itself. Understand what
I'm asking of all of you. An action of this kind could be considered
treason. Given that if anyone feels the need to take a leave of absence
you may feel free to do so. No questions asked. But now is the time to
speak up.
Camera pans around the room. No one speaks up.
JACK: All right then. We're wheels-up in an hour.
OPENING SEQUENCE.
Open in on the freighter.
PEYTON: I want a visual inspection of every container on that deck.
Post four, do you copy?
Gun cocks behind Peyton.
SYDNEY: Post four, reporting in.
PEYTON: You tracked me with the radio.
SYDNEY: [smirks] Not really. You're just predictable.
PEYTON: A woman in your condition [looks at Sydney's bump] - shouldn't
you be resting?
SYDNEY: Thanks. I don't plan on staying long. Turn around. Give me your
radio.
PEYTON: Whatever. [does what Sydney instructed. Sydney begins to pat
Peyton down for weapons]. But you should know, no one's coming for you.
We intercepted your message.
SYDNEY: Nice try. My message didn't go through a relay. It went
directly to my people.
PEYTON: [turning around to face Sydney again] That's not true exactly.
Technically, it went to Langley. That's where it was intercepted.
SYDNEY: Your bluffing. If you really had an undercover asset within the
CIA, why would you risk admitting it to me?
PEYTON: [smugly] Because you're not getting off this ship.
Cut to APO
SLOANE: Jack, Dixon just called. They're in position. We're ready out
here.
Cut to Langley. These scenes cut back and forth between Rachel, APO and
the tour group as the gang exchanges dialogue.
TOUR GUIDE: I'd like to welcome everyone to the CIA's new headquarters
building here in Langley, Virginia. Comprising 1.1 million square feet
of space, and resting on 258 acres, this building was an expansion of
the original structure, completed in 1991. Aside from the obvious human
presence, there are over 5000 surveillance cameras that watch over
every inch of the complex...
As the group moves through the space, camera moves over the group to
reveal that Marshall and Dixon have joined the tour.
TOUR GUIDE: And chemical and biological weapons detection sensors that
monitor the air quality as well as various other state-of-the-art
technologies, that, well, if I told you I'd have to kill you.
Tour group laughs politely and quietly. Marshall fake-laughs too
loudly, and stops abruptly when he catches Dixon's unamused look.
TOUR GUIDE: If you'll notice the commemorative plaque to your right, it
honors the unsung heros, of World War 2. The intelligence gatherers of
the CIA...
The group walks off-screen as Tom walks on-screen.
Cut to APO.
JACK: Sidewinder, we're almost ready here.
TOM: [through com] Roger that. Through security. On my way to payroll.
Cut to Rachel going through a security checkpoint. A metal detector
beeps.
RACHEL: Hi, I have an appointment with human resources. Emily Higgins.
SECURITY GUY: Right. Just need an ID.
RACHEL: Oh. Yeah. Sure. Sorry, job interview. I'm a little nervous.
SECURITY GUY: I'm sure you'll do just fine. Please place your purse on
the table.
Cut to Tom
TOM: 'Scuse me, do you know where payroll is?
Cut to security checkpoint, where contents of Rachel's purse are being
dumped onto the table.
SECURITY GUY: I'm sorry, ma'am. We don't allow camera phones on the
premises. Just pick it up from the security office on your way out.
[hands Rachel a receipt]
RACHEL: Okay, thanks.
SECURITY GUY: Third floor. Elevator's to your right.
Security guy nods at a colleague, who takes Rachel's phone into the
security office.
Cut to Tom.
TOM: Hey, I'm sorry. I think there's a problem with my cheques.
WOMAN: Yeah, just a sec.
TOM: Ma'am, I'm, you see, in kind of...in a...
WOMAN: Name?
TOM: Thomas Grace.
WOMAN: It says here you're no longer an employee of this agency.
TOM: Yeah, that's actually why I'm here. I've had several back cheques
owed to me. I never received them.
WOMAN: Well, our records show that all your cheques went out and they
were cashed.
TOM: That's impossible.
WOMAN: It's usually the spouse that cashes them. I suggest you check
with your wife.
TOM: Look, I'm sure if you check your file again, you'll see that
you're mistaken.
WOMAN: [checks and her looks turns sombre] Oh. Mr. Grace, I'm sorry, I
didn't realise. Maybe there's something I can do here.
Tom sits down.
Cut to security office. A device pops out of Rachel's phone. It scans
the servers around the room.
Cut to APO.
JACK: Sidewinder, we're logging into the server now.
Cut to Tom.
TOM: Look, I don't have six months to wait for the claim to be
processed.
WOMAN: [sympathetic] I understand, but...
TOM: I've got a mortgage to pay, so could you please just... Please
help me out..
Cut to security office. Rachel's phone finds a server it can log onto.
Cut to APO.
JACK: Connection's been established. Sidewinder, stand by for the
access code.
Cut to Tom.
WOMAN: All right, I'll check with my supervisor. Maybe we can help
clear this up?
TOM: Thanks.
When she's gone, Tom goes to her workstation and starts to ty[e.
JACK: Access code is: Alpha-7-Delta-Lima-22.
TOM: Copy that. I've got access.
Cut to Rachel.
RACHEL: Outrigger, I'm approaching your twenty.
DIXON: Copy. I'm gonna need item...[eyes a sensor] number 2.
TOUR GUDE: And here's another one of our display items. Looks like
ordinary pocket change, [holds up a coin that splits in half to reveal
a secret compartment inside] but spies used devices like these during
the Cold War to smuggle tiny microphone messages. You can only imagine
what's in use today.
Rachel palms something off to Dixon as she walks by the group.
Cut to Tom. He's unlocked four doors to the server room.
TOM: Oracle, you're clear to the server room. Call us when you get
there.
Cut to Rachel entering the server room. Cut back to Tom.
TOM: She's in. I'm done here.
JACK: Copy that. Log out and move to the rendezvous point.
TOM: Affirmative. On my way.
Cut to monitor of Tom's computer. He pulls up a window which says:
"BUILDING ACCESS CONTROL SYSTEM. ACCESS SYSTEM: [blank]" Tom enters
"WITSEC_21-29-UNLOCK", opening the WITSEC record room doors. Tom leaves
the cubicle he was working at and moves into the restricted access
corridors. He ducks behind a wall as he spots Rachel entering the
server room. When Rachel is gone, Tom enters the Witsec Records room.
Cut to Rachel.
RACHEL: I'm in the server room. Guards are in position.
JACK: Copy that. Stand by for the signal. Merlin, you're up.
TOUR GUIDE: This sculpture was designed in part as a monument to the
code breakers who helped crack the German enigma cipher. In fact, as
you can see, the sculpture itself a code. Apparently, a very good one.
To this day, no one has been able to decipher the message. Now, if we
move on...
MARSHALL: I got it!! Sorry, it just came to me.
The group and the tour guide look at Marshall, perplexed.
MARSHALL: I play a lot of sudoku. Um.. [clears his throat] 'scuse me...
I'll just... ca.. tell you more.. [Gestures towards the sculpture] The
letters overlaid under the coding sections, they act as a key to the
cipher. Based off that...
As the group is distracted with Marshall, Dixon gets out the item he
got from Rachel earlier. He uses it to spray a substance at the nearby
sensor.
MARSHALL: ...right? It's all you need to do. See?
Cut to security office. A monitor blinks with the following message:
"BIOHAZARD ALERT: PARTICULATE MATTER DETECTED. ANTHRAX." The guards
activate an alarm.
MARSHALL: Oh, god. Maybe they found out I decoded the message! WE
SHOULD RUN!!!
DIXON: [under his breath to Marshall] Take it down a notch, Hamlet.
TOUR GUIDE: Please everyone, we need to move quickly to the exits.
Cut to Rachel. As the guards run off to respond to the anthrax alert,
Rachel takes this opportunity to sneak into the server room.
RACHEL: I'm in. I need the server number for Sydney's transmission.
JACK: You're looking for 8-5-7-7.
RACHEL: 8-5-7-7. Got it.
Cut to Tom pulling up a criminal investigation file. It shows photos of
a woman lying dead on the concrete ground. Tom opens another window
that reads:
WITNESS PROTECTION FILES
SUSPECT: ALLEN KORMAN
STATUS: WITNESS PROTECTION SERVICES
REFERENCE NUMBER: //012155SFF22
CURRENT LOCATION: //SECURED INFORMATION//
Tom looks pensive and clicks on 'CURRENT LOCATION'. The computer then
asks for an encryption key. Tom unscrews a USB flash disk from his pen
and inserts it into the keyboard.
Cut to Rachel in the server room.
RACHEL: I found it. Pulling the archive now.
JACK: Sydney's transmission is time-stamped. 9:55am
Cut to Rachel's computer screen. There's no transmission that was
received at that time - the records jump from 9:52 to 9:57.
RACHEL: The archives have been purged The message isn't here.
JACK: Can you pull the hard drive? We may still be able to recover the
data.
RACHEL: Okay. Hold on a sec. [pulls out the hard drive] It's no good,
the hard drive is patched into the security grid. If I remove the
drive, it will trigger the alarm.
JACK: Oracle, pull the hard drive.
SLOANE: Langley will initiate a lockdown, Jack. We'll never get them
out.
JACK: PULL THE HARD DRIVE NOW. I'll get you out.
An alarm sounds as Rachel pulls out the hard drive. Both Tom and Rachel
find that they're locked in.
SLOANE: Make the call, Jack.
Cut to Marshall and Dixon's tour group. They're in the foyer of the
building.
GUARD: Excuse me, you'll have to hold it right here. We're locking down
the facility.
Marshall and Dixon exchange concerned looks.
TOUR GUIDE: Sorry everyone. It looks like we're having a minor security
incident. No one will be able to leave the building just yet.
Cut to... Weiss! Talking on his cell phone and exiting a building.
WEISS: A lockdown? Thirty seconds ago, I got a call about an evacuation
due to an anthrax attack. Well there's a big difference. An evacuation
means everyone has to leave. A lockdown means everyone has to-- No,
he's in with the delegation. I'm not gonna disturb him. Besides, what
the hell am I gonna tell him? I got a great idea. Why don't you get
your facts straight and then call me back. Great
Weiss turns to his assistant.
WEISS: [sighs] Put in a call to the State, cancel my 4 o'clock. I'm not
gonna believe this but I have to cancel my pilates again. [his phone
rings, so he answers] Yeah.
JACK: Eric, it's Jack Bristow.
WEISS: Jack.
JACK: Sydney's in trouble. I need your help.
WEISS: What? Yeah. Uhh.. yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you need.
CUT TO BLACK
Cut to Weiss' car arriving at Langley. Cut to Dixon and Marshall in the
foyer, then to Tom in the archives room.
TOM: Outrigger? Do you copy? What's going on out there?
DIXON: Building's locked down. Are you at the rendezvous point?
TOM: I'm stuck in the witness protection archives. The door must be
sealed because of the lockdown.
DIXON: Hold your position. I'll see what I can do.
TOM: Okay.
DIXON: [off Marshall's concerned look] What is it?
Cut to Weiss entering the building, flashing his credentials at the
guards.
MARSHALL: Think he's here to arrest us? He... looks like he's coming
here to arrest us. [weakly smiles at Weiss] Hey.
Weiss runs up to the Marshall and Dixon, all smiles.
WEISS: Ambassador Rudland.
Weiss and Dixon shake hands. Dixon laughs.
DIXON: Yes.
WEISS: How are you sir? [turns to Marshall] And you must be Mr.
Gornish.
MARSHALL: [laughs and shakes Weiss' hand] Yes.
WEISS: It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm - uh - Eric Weiss. I'll be
your liaison. I apologize, for the security problems we're having
today.
DIXON: Please. It's not a problem. I understand - these things happen.
WEISS: And I understand you have a meeting on the Hill in thirty
minutes. I'm personally here to make sure you make that meeting. [To
the guard on his left:] Thank you. I'll escort our visitors from here.
The guard leaves and the three move in the opposite direction.
WEISS: Jack filled me in. What's going on?
DIXON: Tom's trapped in Witsec Records. Rachel is still in the Echelon
server facility.
WEISS: Okay, you know what? Witsec Records is in the north-east
corridor. This should get you in... [gives Dixon an access card as
feigns shaking his hand in goodbye] the door. Marshall and I will
handle Rachel.
Marshall: Thanks. Good to see ya.
WEISS: Yeah? You too.
Cut to two security guards entering the Echelon server room. Rachel
looks nervous, standing beside some servers, ducks around the corner
just as one of the guards come into view.
Cut to Dixon finding Tom.
DIXON: Tom!
TOM: Oh, thanks.
DIXON: What were you doing here?
TOM: I got detoured. I needed some place to hide.
DIXON: Come on! We need to move.
Tom grabs his usb key and follows Dixon.
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Cut to Marshall and Weiss in an office. Weiss is putting on an
earpiece. Marshall is going through the surveillance feeds.
MARSHALL: Okay. Got it. Uhh...that's not good
WEISS: Where is she?
MARSHALL: There she is.
WEISS: What's her callsign?
MARSHALL: Oracle.
WEISS: Oracle, listen to me very carefully.
RACHEL: Who is this?
WEISS: Right now, I'm your superior officer. I need you to do exactly
as I tell you. There's a guard that's about to go right down the row
that you're in. I need you to turn left right now. Make a left! Good
good good. Go straight. Keep going straight.
MARSHALL: Weiss, look. [points to the screen where Rachel is about to
come into the view of a guard who is in the next aisle]
WEISS: Okay, STOP right there, stop. Marshall, how much longer for that
door?
MARSHALL: Just give me ten seconds.
WEISS: All right. When I say 'go', I need you to go as fast as you can
to those doors in the far end. Don't stop. We'll have those doors open
by the time you get there.
MARSHALL: Okay. Got it!
WEISS: GO!
Rachel runs, and the guards give chase as they hear her running. Rachel
falls down with a grunt as she runs straight into the closed door.
MARSHALL: [flinches sympathetically] Ooh. Uh... sorry. Forgot to hit
'enter'. Okay, now go.
GUARD: STOP!
The door finally opens and Rachel slips through, closing it behind her
and locking the guards in.
WEISS: Wow. [exhales in relief]
Cut to the building's underground level. Weiss, Dixon, Marshall and Tom
are running down some stairs to meet Rachel.
DIXON: How did it go?
RACHEL: Not well.
WEISS: [nods to Rachel] Hey.
Rachel frowns a little upon seeing a new face.
MARSHALL: Don't worry. He's with us.
WEISS: Yeah. Eric Weiss. [shakes hands with Rachel]
RACHEL: Rachel Gibson. Thank you for the help back there.
WEISS: My pleasure.
TOM: Any luck with Sydney's message?
RACHEL: They wiped the back-ups. [holds up hard disk] We may be able to
run data recovery from this, but if they went to all the trouble of
deleting the message, I don't think they'd be careless enough to leave
any traces behind.
Marshall and Dixon nod solemnly.
WEISS: Better get a move on. If you take this tunnel to the end, it'll
drop you to the south-east edge of the complex. I better get back
inside and wipe out the surveillance footage. Oh, and if you hear
anything about Sydney...
DIXON: We will.
WEISS: Okay. And one more thing. Next time? Just call.
Dixon and Marshall nod, smiling. Marshall waves goodbye. The four APO
agents head down the tunnel Weiss spoke of. Weiss leaves in the
opposite direction.
CUT TO FREIGHTER. Sydney is holding Peyton's hands behind her back with
one hand and points a gun at Peyton's back with the other.
PEYTON: Care to tell me exactly where we're going?
SYDNEY: Your ship has lifeboats. We're taking one.
PEYTON: [scoffs] Good idea. We'll be spotted the second we step on the
deck.
SYDNEY: Not if you order your men to search the lower decks. Do it.
Men's voices become audible as they approach the two women.
SYDNEY: Get in there. Go!
They rush into a nearby room. Sydney closes the door behind them.
SYDNEY: [threatens Peyton] Make a sound and you're dead.
They glance at the door - it sounds like the men are now right outside
their room. Sydney gasps at her abdominal pain and holds onto a table
for support, struggling to keep her gun trained on Peyton.
PEYTON: Something's wrong, isn't it?
SYDNEY: Move.
PEYTON: Whatever you say, but you don't look so good.
They move towards and adjacent door. Another wave of pain hits Sydney.
SYDNEY: Stop. Stop.
Sydney breathes heavily. Again, she leans onto a table for support. She
looks down at what her hand is touching. It's folder marked "BRISTOW,
S. DOB: 4/17/75". Sydney looks puzzled. She flicks on the lightswitch
and looks around the room - it looks like an infirmary. There are
sonograms on the light boxes.
SYDNEY: [to Peyton] C'mon.
Sydney pulls Peyton in front of her with gun still pointed and walks
back into the room to examine the sonograms.
SYDNEY: What is this? Why is this here? You have until three to start
giving me some answers. One... [she closes her eyes painfully. Breathes
heavily] Two...
Peyton seizes this opportunity of weakness to take the gun from Sydney
and turns it on her. Sydney tries to stand up straight, but passes out
instead.
CUT TO BLACK. Fade in on Sydney's point of view, she is coming to.
Sydney sees a faucet is dripping water into the sink. She looks up to
see a monitor showing her ultrasound. Colourful flecks flicker in the
picture. Sydney tries to get up, but finds that she's restrained to the
bed. She tries to break free.
ORDERLY: No, no, no. You must not move.
SYDNEY: What are you doing to me?
ORDERLY: Just be still. A doctor is on the way.
SYDNEY: Doctor? What doctor? Just tell me what's wrong.
Fade in on the ultrasound monitor
ORDERLY: I need to tell them you're awake. You should be still.
SYDNEY: [vulnerably] Wait. Please don't go.
ORDERLY: I'll come back soon.
SYDNEY: [desparate] Wait!
Sydney stares at the monitor, looking as if she's about to cry.
Cut to LA. We're in Marshall's office.
TOM: You can crack into this hard drive and find Sydney's transmission?
MARSHALL: Cracking Langley's encryption won't be a problem. I wrote a
program that can handle anything under 512-bit encoding.
Marshall's computer decrypts the files. Tom looks impressed, getting an
idea. Marshall finds Sydney's transmission file, but it's still coming
out garbled.
MARSHALL: Huh. Can't seem to recover Sydney's transmission. Whoever
wiped it used a secure deletion program. Basically rewrites random junk
over it hundreds of times, so...
TOM: The original data's still here. So it should be retrievable,
right?
MARSHALL: Well, yeah, if I had an electron microscope and two weeks,
maybe.
Dixon and Rachel enter. Dixon hands Marshall some papers.
DIXON: I think I found something. Hard copies of the server logs. Check
[inaudible] twenty-two.
MARSHALL: Looks like an authorization tag.
DIXON: That's what I thought.
MARSHALL: This tag has an AB-prefix. That means whoever authorized
Sydney's transmission had Alpha-Black clearance.
Marshall and Dixon are alarmed at the relevation.
RACHEL: What's Alpha-black clearance?
Cut to... Jack arriving at a meeting with the gang.
JACK: Alpha-black is the highest clearance level within CIA. If
Prophet-5 has ties to the CIA's operation that would give them
unlimited access to all classified operations, undercover agent rosters
- our ENTIRE infrastructure.
MARSHALL: The good news is that whoever deleted Sydney's message had
Alpha-black clearance. That narrows down our list of suspects to just a
handful of guys. Only seven people in the entire agency have it. All of
them division directors. Aside from that? The only other thing these
guys have in common? They were all assigned a modified version of the
standard STU. A secure cell phone.
JACK: What are you thinking?
MARSHALL: Each cell phone broadcasts a unique signal ID. Now - took
some digging, but I was able to match the alpha-black authorization
code from the server logs to the cell phone ID of the person in
question.
SLOANE: So does that mean we know who it belongs to?
MARSHALL: Not exactly. I mean, for security purposes, Langley doesn't
put names to numbers. But if you get within just 50-feet of that
person's cell phone? I might be able to scan it - see if it
matches. We'd have our guy.
DIXON: We could divide into teams - put them under surveillance.
JACK: That could take days. Whatever Prophet-5 is planning for Sydney,
we can assume we don't' have much time. I have an idea.
WASHIN[G]TON D.C.
Jack is walking down a hallway, briefcase in hand. He flashes his
credentials to some men standing outside a door. They let him in -
it's a meeting room. Six other men are already there.
JACK: Gentlemen.
DEVLIN: Jack. It's been a long time? How's life underground
treating you?
JACK: Good. Always.. .full of surprises. [smirks]
DEVLIN: [laughs] I can imagine. Can't say I miss it.
Jack sets down his suitcase and presses a button on it to activate a
scanner.
Cut to APO
MARSHALL: Scanner's hot.
DIXON: [into comm.] Jack, we got connection here.
Cut to meeting
DAVENPORT: So, Jack, you care to enlighten us as to why you called an
operations meeting on 8 o'clock on a Friday?
JACK: I didn't call you all here for an operations meeting. Given
that all of you have Alpha-black clearance, most of you may already be
aware that APO has been investigating an organization known as
Prophet-5. What, may, however, come as news to you, is that we have
reason to believe that someone within our own agency is in collusion
with this organization.. Someone with Alpha-black clearance.
Cut to APO.
SLOANE: What have we got so far?
MARSHALL: Four down, three to go. Still nothing
JACK: The reason I've gathered you all here, if it isn't obvious by
now... Only seven people within the entire Agency have this level of
clearance. And all of them are sitting in this room.
DAVENPORT: Oh, come on!
DEVLIN: Jack, this is absurd! Are you suggesting that one of us is
working for a terrorist organization?
JACK: That is exactly what I am suggesting.
Cut to APO. Marshall's computer beeps.
MARSHALL: I got a match.
DIXON: Jack, we got a signal match.
Cut to:
JACK: One of you is working for Prophet-5, and we have you number.
DEVLIN: [scoffs] That's enough. This meeting is over.
The directors get up to leave.
Cut to:
SLOANE: Go.
Marshall dials the number.
Cut to:
A phone rings in the meeting room. Davenport looks up, alarmed. Not
missing a beat, Jack shoots him, Davenport falls back down into his
chair. Jack chokeholds him with his gun to Davenport's neck.
JACK: Tell me where Sydney is. [Sees Devlin approach and turns the gun
on him] Do yourself a favor. Stand back.
Davenport croaks.
JACK: Let me give you one chance. Where are they holding my daughter?
DAVENPORT: Go to hell. I don't know what you're talking about.
JACK: Wrong answer. [shoots his shoulder]
DEVLIN: Stop it. For god's sake's, Jack!
One of the directors activate an alarm located under the table.
Outside the meeting room, agents respond to the alarm and rush inside,
but they find they can't get in.
JACK: I've sealed the doors!
The agents start shooting at the glass door.
JACK: Where is she?
DAVENPORT: You're crazy.
Jack breaks his nose.
JACK: ANSWER ME!
DAVENPORT: [coughs and groans] The [inaudible] cargo ship.
Devlin and the other directors look surprised.
JACK: Where is the ship?
DAVENPORT: [chokes] Atlantic.
An agent throws a table through the glass door. He and another agent
rush in to apprehend Jack, disarming him in the process.
JACK: [into comm.] Did you get that?
DIXON: We got it, Jack. We're on it.
Jack and Devlin look at each other. Devlin is shocked by what this
revelation means.
CUT TO BLACK.
APO - Tom sits at his desk, watching as Marshall and Dixon exit
Marshall's office. Tom, once sure that they're gone, gets up and
into the vacated office. He plugs his flash disk into Marshall's
computer and opens up the Allen Korman file. Using Marshall's
decryption program, he cracks the encryption key that protected Allen
Korman's location: 1313 Racine. Tom exits the office.
Freighter - Interior - Infirmary. The orderly injects a substance
into Sydney's IV.
SYDNEY: What is that?
ORDERLY: Something to make you relax.
SYDNEY: Wh-wh.. [gasps and loses consciousness]
APO - Marshall's office
SLOANE: Marshall, can you find the cargo ship where Sydney's being
held?
MARSHALL: There are miles and miles of ocean here. It's like looking
for a needle in a haystack.
RACHEL: What if you patched into the radar sat?
MARSHALL: Overlay it in the optical feed. Right. That's GENIUS. Okay,
looks like multiple radar returns...
SLOANE: [points] Ignore those. That's commercial shipping - heavily
patrolled. They wouldn't run the risk of a random inspection.
MARSHALL: Right.
SLOANE: There. That one. It's in international waters. A ship that
size wouldn't typically be that far out.
MARSHALL: Got it.
Sloane calls Dixon. Cut to Dixon, Tom and two other agents exiting a
SUV. A helicopter whirrs nearby.
DIXON: Hello?
SLOANE: We have a hit. Marshall's uploading the co-ordinates to your
onboard GPS. You're clear to go.
DIXON: Understood. All right, let's go!
Dixon and his team board the helicopters and they take off.
Frieighter - Infirmary Sydney is coming to - her vision is blurry
and voices are muffled. She sees two figures standing in the doorway.
VOICE 1: What else, besides abdominal pains?
VOICE 2: Dizziness, her complexion was pale.
VOICE 1: Any trouble breathing?
VOICE 2: Yes.
One of the blurry figures (voice 1) walks toward Sydney. Sydney frowns
in recognition. It's Dr. Lynn - the OB/GYN she's been visiting in
LA.
LYNN: Hello, Sydney.
SYDNEY: You.
LYNN: I understand you've had some trouble. Don't worry. We're
going to take care of you. [looks at the ultrasound monitor] It's
good you called me. Let's take this off her. [unstraps one of the
foetal monitors]
SYDNEY: You b****. What did you do to me?
LYNN: My job as your doctor, Sydney. Nothing more.. I understand this
must be hard to accept. But it would be much better if you could just
relax now.
Sydney looks pained, watching Lynn work. She flinches when she sees
Lynn holding a syringe.
LYNN: Sydney, I'm going to need you to hold very still. I have to
draw a sample of amniotic fluid.
SYDNEY: Go to hell.
Sydney tries to break free of her restraints, but the orderly holds her
down.
LYNN: Please. I need you to listen. This is a delicate procedure. Any
sudden movements could risk the health of your baby.
SYDNEY: Please don't
LYNN: This might pinch a little...
Sydney whimpers as Lynn inserts the needle. Lynn draws some clear
yellow liquid from Sydney's stomach. At 13mL, blood begins to enter
the syringe. The doctor and the orderly look at each other.
LYNN: Prep the room. We need to start right away.
APO
SLOANE: Zero-one. What's your status?
Helicopter
DIXON: We're en route on closing. ETA: 2300.
Freighter - interior
PEYTON: You're sure she gave us the wrong information? What if you...
No, I'm not doubting you, I - I just don't see how that's
possible. What do you mean? How far out? I'm not sure that gives us
enough time for what... Of course. Yes. I'll let you know as soon as
it's done.
Peyton bursts into the infirmary.
PEYTON: Our timetable's changed. You're gonna need to work quickly.
LYNN: We're just about to start.
PEYTON: How long?
LYNN: About an hour.
PEYTON: You got about 40 minutes. Let me know the second you're
finished. [exits]
SYDNEY: Please...
LYNN: Just relax. I'm gonna take care of you.
The orderly puts a gas mask over Sydney's face and she loses
consciousness.
CUT TO BLACK.
The APO helicopters are making their descent on the freighter.
DIXON: I don't like it. Where are they?
TOM: Probably taken a defensive position below deck.
DIXON: We'll split into teams. You start clearing from the aft
quarter, we'll go from the other side. Outflank them.
TOM: [to his team] Let's go!
Tom and Dixon split off in opposite directions. The ship is empty.
TOM: Where is everybody? It's all clear.
Cut to more shots of the two teams searching the ships but not finding
anything. Tom sees a bright light coming in from one of the doors. He
enters as we cut to Dixon searching an empty kitchen and dining area.
DIXON: Bravo, we're all clear here. They must've known we were
coming. The ship's abandoned.
TOM: [through comm.] Not entirely.
DIXON: What do you mean?
TOM: Come down to the infirmary.
Dixon and his men do so. They enter as Sydney is coming to.
DIXON: Syd, are you all right?
SYDNEY: I can't move.
DIXON: [to Tom] Get the helicopter ready. We'll need to medevac her
out of here.
SYDNEY: Dixon, is the baby okay?
DIXON: It's gonna be okay, Syd.
Sydney and Dixon look at each other, brows furrowed.
Cut to the freighter's exterior. Where Dixon, Tom, and two other
agents are carrying Sydney onto a helicopter with a stretcher. Dixon
squeezes Sydney's hand reassuringly, Sydney nods at Dixon. The
helicopter takes off.
APO - Sloane's office
MAN ON PHONE: I'm sure you're quite pleased with Sydney's return.
You, however, made a grave error Mr. Sloane. You should've contacted
us when your agency identified our ship.
SLOANE: If you recall, I tried contacting you earlier regarding this
matter. I was told-
MAN ON PHONE: Don't play games with me. I am aware of your fondness
for power. So I imagine this arrangement is less than desirable for
you. If you value your own daughter's life, from this point on, you
are not to take a single action without clearing it with us first. As
far as you're concerned, we own you. Is that clear enough?
SLOANE: [trapped and clearly not happy about it] Yeah. Yes, that is
perfectly clear.
MAN ON PHONE: You may consider this a victory right now, but you should
understand, every action has consequences. We'll be in touch soon.
[hangs up]
Cut to Marshall hurrying towards Rachel's station with a file in
hand.
MARSHALL: Hey - um - you have a minute?
RACHEL: Yeah, sure.
MARSHALL: You know that decryption program I wrote? Somebody accessed
it when I was out of my office.
RACHEL: We should tell Jack about the breach. With everything that's
been going on-
MARSHALL: I was able to recover the data that was decrypted. [hands
Rachel the file] When you were in Langley, Tom accessed the Witsec
archives]
RACHEL: [opening the file] Amanda Grace.
MARSHALL: Yeah, did you know he was married?
RACHEL: [shaking her head] No. [turns over the page and sees the Korman
photo] This is the guy who did it.
MARSHALL: Yeah. I think that's what Tom was looking for.
Parking garage - Tom sits in his car, looking at the people exiting
the building and into the garage. His phone rings - it's Rachel. He
turns of his phone when he spots Korman. Korman is at his car, Tom
approaches him.
KORMAN: How id you find me?
TOM: Hello, Karl [?]
KORMAN: Peter, I'm sorry. I was under orders. You have to believe me.
TOM: That's not why I'm here. I need to get a message to the
Cardinal.
Hospital - Interior - Jack enters with a suited agent close behind
him. He goes into Sydney's room while the agent waits outside.
JACK: Sweetheart. [kisses Sydney on the forehead] I'm sorry it took
me so long.
SYDNEY: They just keep running tests. Nobody is... I mean, no one will
tell me.
JACK: I know. They want to be sure.
SYDNEY: And? [off Jack's look] It's okay. Whatever it is, I can
handle it.
Jack sits down onto the bed.
JACK: Seems there was a crisis with your pregnancy while you were on
that ship.
Sydney starts to cry.
JACK: Sydney, the baby's fine. It's fine.
Sydney nods.
JACK: What they did to you on the boat - you were suffering from
something called placental abruption. They corrected the problem. They
weren't harming the baby. They were saving its life.
SYDNEY: Why? [a tear slides down her face] Why would they do that?
JACK: We're not sure. We don't know what it means, but I promise
you, we'll get to the bottom of it.
Jack strokes the side of Sydney's head as she cries.
SYDNEY: While I was on the ship they tried to extract information from
me, but I lied to them.
JACK: Shh. [shakes his head] Not here.
There is a knock on the door and the suited agent enters.
AGENT: Mr. Bristow, I'm sorry, sir. That's time.
JACK: [off Sydney's confused look] It's nothing. Just a small
matter I need to attend to.
He gives Sydney one last kiss on the forehead and leaves with the
agent.
FADE TO BLACK