03x15 - Facade


In an office building with a security desk, people are running everywhere. Armed police are running up some stairs.

There's a bomb in an alcove on a wall. Two bomb technicians are trying to disarm it.

BT2: This is way out of my league.

BT1: Motion sensor. A dedicated board running God knows how many programs. There's no way we's shut this down in time. Our best bet is to try and defuse the motion sensor and get this thing off-site in a blast-containment vessel before it vaporizes the block.

BT2: Can you do that?

BT1 doesn't answer.

BT1: I found the lead for the motion sensor. Cutting it.

He cuts the white wire.

BT1: It's no good. It's still operational. It must be looped.

BT2: What the hell do we do now?

BT1: Your guess is as good as mine.

BT2: My kid's favorite color is red.

BT1 gets ready to cut the red wire. BT2 nods. BT1 cuts the red wire, and the scene immediately cuts off...



Pictures from the blast are shown on the monitor.

DIXON: The Wicklow National Bank building, or what's left of it.

VAUGHN: Do we know who's responsible?

DIXON: His name is Daniel Ryan. This morning we intercepted a message he sent to the Covenant for the bombing.

JACK: Ryan's former Royal Navy, explosive ordinance disposal. After his dishonorable discharge, he went from disposing. bombs to designing them. He's worked with the Covenant in the past and wants to sell them his latest product.

SYDNEY: So he displays their effectiveness by destroying a downtown office building?

JACK: Actually, Ryan alerted local authorities, gave them time to evacuate the building.

WEISS: So he's a humanitarian bomber?

JACK: His goal was to provide a state-of-the-art bomb squad ample opportunity to deactivate his creation.

VAUGHN: He wanted the bomb squad called in?

MARSHALL: Well, maybe 'cause he knew there was nothing they could do. Right? The bomb you recovered last week, I've got that one in my workshop. Now, according to the bomb squad's voice recording, Ryan made one significant upgrade.

MARSHALL: Anyone ever hear of quantum entanglement? Raise your... (he looks around)

Weiss shakes his head.

MARSHALL: No? It... to make a long story short, the theory is this bomb can't be defused. Oh, and compared to his previous version, it's got twice the yield.

DIXON: Ryan indicated that negotiations with the Covenant will be exclusive for 48 hours.

JACK: If there is no agreement at that time, he will detonate a second bomb, targeted against America to elicit bids from terrorist groups hostile to our interests.

DIXON: But, if the Covenant is interested in making an offer, he instructed them to contact him tomorrow night at a pub called the Black Stag in Belfast.

JACK: Our options: extract Ryan and force his cooperation, or get him to do so voluntarily by posing as the Covenant.

VAUGHN: Well how can we do that? We don't know what their relationship is. Isn't that too risky?

JACK: There are variables, yes, but if our goal is to prevent a second bombing, and to learn who Ryan's partners might be, the best way to do that is by gaining his trust.

SYDNEY: What about Lysenker, Leonid Lysenker, the Covenant defector? He's still in custody. He might be able to detail Ryan's relationship with the Covenant.

DIXON: For now, we spec out both approaches. Sydney, you question Lysenker. Vaughn, you and Weiss detail the mission if we go in as CIA. We'll meet in two hours.



LEONID: I believe in America. America has given me new life away from the Covenant.

SYDNEY: I was hoping you could tell me something about this man. (hands him a picture of Ryan)

LEONID: Daniel Ryan was critical to the IRA when they were in the bombing business. He's become independent contractor since ?, year before last.

LEONID: Your cigarettes are for crap. But I love cable television in your country. I am enjoying very much this picture, Miami Vice.

SYDNEY: Ryan is selling a new weapon to the Covenant. We're considering acquiring it by posing as the Covenant. For this to work, we need you to tell us everything you know about Ryan's interactions with them... protocols, contacts.

LEONID: I was never directly involved in procurement, but I did two deals with Ryan. I can tell you what he will be expecting, and that his contact is Vladimir Andrejev. How is Agent Vaughn? When you took me from North Korea, I saw a strong connection, yes?

SYDNEY: We know the first contact is made in Belfast. What happens after that?



WEISS: Hey, where's Lauren? I haven't seen her all day.

VAUGHN: She's in Washington. ? of debrief with the CIA, plus a couple days with her family?

WEISS: And how is the Senator?

VAUGHN: I like the Senator.

WEISS: How's your marriage doing?

Sydney walks up. Vaughn doesn't answer, sees Sydney, glares at Weiss.

VAUGHN: How was Lysenker?

SYDNEY: Helpful. We should go tell Dixon. (Sydney walks off)

WEISS: What, I can't ask my buddy...

VAUGHN: The marriage is fantastic. (gets up to leave)

WEISS: Yeah, I can tell.


INT. - BELFAST - PUB (pushthrough: ELFAST)

Ryan is sitting at a table. Weiss walks up and sits down.

WEISS: How you doing there?

RYAN: Who are you?

WEISS: I'm a U.S. Federal Agent. In cooperation with local authorities, I'm placing you under arrest for transporting dangerous explosives with an intent to kill.

RYAN: You've put on weight.

WEISS: So have you.

WEISS: Your friends from the Covenant aren't here yet. Come on. Car's out back.

IRISH POLICE: Alright, come on. Move it.


RYAN: There's obviously been some mistake. I've done nothing wrong.

WEISS: Right. Yeah. Tell that to the families of your victims.

An SUV pulls up. A masked figure gets out and shoots one of the police. Two shooters on the rooftops take out the other guards. Weiss gets Ryan behind marginal cover.

WEISS: (to comm unit) Officers down, I need help now.

One of the rooftop shooters hits Weiss. The masked figure runs up and shoots Weiss in the chest.

FIGURE: We need to hurry.

She takes off her mask. It's Sydney, with red/black hair and a nose ring.

SYDNEY: I'm Emma Warfield. Andrejev sent me.

RYAN: This is not what we agreed.

SYDNEY: ? ? before your stupidity led the CIA to the meeting.

RYAN: I don't know you. (he backs away)

SYDNEY: Every cop in the city is going to be here in five minutes. You may not know me, but I did you a favor.

Someone (a masked Vaughn) shoots Ryan with a tranquilizer. Sydney checks his pulse.

SYDNEY: We're good.

VAUGHN: Boy Scout to Base Camp, we've got the package.

The guards and Weiss get up.

WEISS: That was good, right? It's called method acting. I was shot in the neck once. I can do it again.

SYDNEY: We've got to move.


Title Sequence



Sydney and Vaughn get out of an elevator.

SYDNEY: According to Lysenker, Ryan always does business with the Covenant at the Commodore Hotel in Moscow, room 305.

VAUGHN: I still think it would just be easier to sic your father on him.

SYDNEY: We have 27 hours before Ryan sets off another bomb. Our best chance to prevent that is to let him know that his first demonstration convinced us to buy every weapon he can produce.

VAUGHN: Us being the Covenant based on intel received from someone we may or may not be able to trust.

SYDNEY: Lysenker defected. He hates the Covenant as much as anyone, and he's all we've got.



SYDNEY: How's the inspection going?

WEISS: Good. Whoa.

He grabs some fruit from a fruit basket some prop guy is carrying around.

WEISS: Lysenker rejected the fruit basket, said it would cost a fortune in Moscow this time of year. Oh, and we need a ceiling.

A ceiling is lowered into place as the camera pans up past the partial ceiling, across and down into the hall, then cuts back to the room.

Lysenker turns on the TV.

MARSHALL: Oh, it's actually Russian satellite television. I hacked it off the Dubnovysat communications satellite.

SYDNEY: Everything is to spec. The bed sheets are 700 thread count, the minibar is stocked with ? [Baikul? I don't know of any vodka brand that sounds like that.], and the hotel's insignia has been stitched into the bathrobes.

VAUGHN: What if he wants to take a walk?

WEISS: Well, I don't think he will, but if he does, he can go as far as the elevator. Once he presses Lobby, we're made.

Doctors cart Ryan in on a stretcher.

SYDNEY: Okay. We're ready. You can ...(?)



Marshall, Dixon, Jack, Lysenker, and Vaughn are watching a feed from the room.

MARSHALL: And now, the soundtrack of our lives.

A car honks. Ryan wakes up.

DIXON: Here we go.

Ryan looks around. He picks up the phone.

JACK: Good evening, Mr. Ryan. Welcome back to the Commodore. How may I help you?

RYAN: You can start by telling me how I got here.

JACK: I just came on duty sir, but you do have one message from your attorney.

RYAN: My attorney?

Everyone looks skeptically at Lysenker, who provided that piece of information.

LYSENKER: This is how Andrejev is known. I'm sure of it.

JACK: Yes, he called at 6:15 to apologize for being unable to meet with you. The colleague he sent in his place is fully capable of executing the necessary documents. That is all.

RYAN: Thank ye'.

He paces around some more.

DIXON: Syd, you're up.

Syd walks down the hall and goes into the room.

SYDNEY: You're awake. That's good. We can do business.

She hands him a manila envelope.

RYAN: I do business with Andrejev.

SYDNEY: Your product demonstration in Belfast was impressive. We'd like to purchase your new weapon.

RYAN: (dismissively) Yeah. While I appreciate your hairstyle, as I said I'll do business with Andrejev.

SYDNEY: Do you know what the CIA would have done with you in custody? They would have executed you as an enemy of the State. Unless you have a death wish, you will do as I instruct. These windows have been made bulletproof with Kevlar for your protection. Three officers, including a CIA agent, were killed trying to arrest you. You're all over the news.


DIXON: Cue the newscast.

MARSHALL: Patching it into the feed... Roll Camera.

There's a mini-studio in the Rotunda.


Lysenker turns on the TV, flips channels.

TV: Police confirm they do have several leads, and are working to bring the investigation to a swift conclusion.

TV: Few details are being given to news organizations, but a photograph was released of this man, who was not only involved in the raid, but who police say was responsible for the Wicklow National Bank blast last Wednesday. The CIA is working with Interpol as well as local law enforcement in pursuit of this man and those responsible.

Lysenker shuts of the TV.

SYDNEY: You will agree to our terms and call off the second demonstration. It's unnecessary and will only serve to draw unwanted attention.

Ryan thinks.

RYAN: Before Andrejev, my contact was Pannich. I deal with him, okay?


LYSENKER: It is a trap.

VAUGHN: What, you know the guy he's talking about?

LYSENKER: The guy's a woman. I must speak to Sydney.

LYSENKER: Hello, Sydney. It's Leonid. Listen to me. Ivana Pannich is dead, was killed.


SYDNEY: She was killed in Slovenia last year. You know this. That's why your handlers were switched. Any other tests?

RYAN: Yeah. I don't feel safe here. I want to leave this place.

SYDNEY: You leave this hotel room, you're a dead man.

RYAN: If I'm scared, I'll go to the Covenant. [not sure about this line]

SYDNEY: In addition to being a target of the CIA, Mr. Ryan, you are also a security risk to the Covenant. You have information that could compromise our operation.

RYAN: Was that a threat? I've been threatened before. I always like a threat.

SYDNEY: You leave this room, I will kill you myself.

RYAN: There's loads of things I'm really good at. Some, I'm exceptional at. One of them is poker. Ahh, I love poker. Play twice a week. My friends come 'round, they bring their money, they lose their money. I always win. Do you know why? I can see a bluff a mile away. If you really are the Covenant, you won't kill me.


JACK: (to Lysenker) Take off the headset. Do it!


RYAN: Not when I've got something you want.

Ryan walks into the hall. Sydney chambers a round.

SYDNEY: Mr. Ryan.

RYAN: You played your hand, darling.

Leonid comes out of the elevator.

LEONID: Hello, Daniel. Andrejev told me you were in town, so I took the liberty of coming over, and... (he sees Sydney) Sorry, were you going somewhere?

RYAN: Uh, no, I was, yeah, but that can wait. Do you want to... (motions toward the room)

LEONID: Hello, Emma. Good to see you.

SYDNEY: Leonid. What an unexpected surprise.

RYAN: You vouch for this one (indicating Sydney)?

LEONID: Daniel, I know about Belfast. Your extraction was cleared to the highest levels. Emma saved your life. You should kiss her... whatever she wants.

Sydney smirks. Ryan looks over the papers.

RYAN: Okay. The terms are acceptable, on one condition. The details for transferring materials, blueprints, have to be handled by the co-chair of the North American cell. I deal directly with Mr. Sark, okay?

SYDNEY: You're in no position to make such a demand.

RYAN: As long as I've got something you want, I am.

LEONID: Mr. Sark is in town on business. For an important supplier such as yourself, I'm sure he'd be happy to oblige.



DIXON: Happy to oblige?!

LEONID: If you'll let me explain...

VAUGHN: Explain what? In case you've forgotten, we're not really Covenant. We can't produce Sark.

LEONID: Sark has never met Ryan.

JACK: Are you sure of this?


SYDNEY: That wasn't a yes, that was a know.

LEONID: What I know is the only chance you have of getting what you want is to send someone in there posing as Mr. Sark.



Ryan answers a knock on the door. It's Sark. Or rather, Vaughn in black leather and sporting a British accent that pales in comparison to Anders'.

VAUGHN: Mr. Ryan, I'm Julian Sark.

RYAN: They said you was a pretty boy.

VAUGHN: When and where can I acquire your product?

RYAN: The information you'll need is on a disk my associate will carry aboard Nuage Air Flight 212, tomorrow evening's flight from Rome to Paris. You'll purchase two adjacent seats on that flight, and twenty minutes outside Rome, my associate will come and sit next to you, and the transfer will be made. It's elaborate, but at 35 thousand feet, no chance of surveillance.

VAUGHN: This associate, how will I know him?

RYAN: You'll know him. You've worked with him before. He's a friend.


DIXON: Meaning for this to work, we need the real Sark to be on that plane. Any ideas how we can do that?


VAUGHN: The second demonstration is scheduled to take place tomorrow afternoon. I assume it will be called off?

RYAN: When my associate sees you, he'll know we've come to terms, and bring that issue to a close.

VAUGHN: We're agreed, then?

RYAN: We are indeed, Mr. Sark.



SYDNEY: We know the frequency Ryan broadcast his initial communique over, right?

JACK: Yes, we intercepted it.

SYDNEY: Then to get Sark on the plane, all we have to do is put out a communique from Ryan to the Covenant which details the terms he just laid out.

JACK: If we can make Sark believe this is a way to acquire Ryan's new technology, he may bite.

DIXON: How much time before he sets off the next bomb?

VAUGHN: Less than 18 hours.

DIXON: Alright. Get Marshall on the intercept. You work on the communique. Vaughn, I want you on that plane. You played Sark. Your job now is to shadow him.



INT. - ROME - AIRPORT - PLANE (pushthrough: R[O]ME)

Vaughn is on the plane.

SYDNEY: The airline database shows all ticketed passengers have checked in except a Mr. and Mrs. Clyde Broussant.

(cut to a dead couple and Sark taking the man's ticket.)

STEWARDESS: Welcome aboard, Mr. Broussant. Would you care for a glass of wine before takeoff?

SARK: That would be lovely.

VAUGHN: I've got a twenty on our mark.

STEWARDESS: I have your wife on our passenger manifest.

SARK: Yes, she was planning on making the trip, but she wasn't feeling too well. Poor dear. Cheers. (One gets the sense he was being just obnoxious enough to get the Stewardess to move on.)

VAUGHN: Maybe this'll work out after all.

(cut to the Rotunda. Dixon and Jack don't seem so sure.)

Vaughn checks his watch and calls someone.

VAUGHN: Sydney, it's me.

SYDNEY: Has Ryan's contact arrived?

VAUGHN: No, and something tells me he's not going to.


SYDNEY: The approach was to be made 20 minutes after takeoff. They have been in the air almost an hour.

RYAN: Tell Mr. Sark to be patient.

Sydney is frustrated and nervous. She tries to force his hand. She offers him a phone.

SYDNEY: Call your partner. Tell him the deal's off.

RYAN: I'm afraid that won't be possible.



over comms:

SYDNEY: There is no meeting.

VAUGHN: Ryan made us?

SYDNEY: I don't think so. I don't think there was ever a meeting.

VAUGHN: What, this was staged?

SYDNEY: Yes, the whole thing, just to get Sark on that plane. We're reviewing his psych profile, re-interviewing everyone who might give us some insight, a lead, anything.

JACK: Whatever Ryan's motive, he has presented us with an opportunity we must act on. You are to take Sark into custody. We will have a team in place when you land in Paris.


VAUGHN: I understand.

Vaughn hangs up.



He flashes his badge.

VAUGHN: I'm a federal agent, and there is a suspect I need to take into custody. It has to be done very quietly. Is there a marshal onboard?

STEWARDESS: No, I'm afraid not.


SYDNEY: Is he on the line? Good.

Weiss hand her a phone.

SYDNEY: Tell me about Daniel Ryan.

SLOANE: Yes, I read about what happened in Belfast. That was a terrible tragedy.

SYDNEY: What do you know about him?

SLOANE: Ryan is a freelance supplier of advanced ordinance. He used to be reliably leftist. Supplied Karzais, IRA [cell]s, Batistas. Now he's strictly mercenary.

SYDNEY: What changed?

SLOANE: His brother, Christopher Ryan, he's the political one. They used to work together until, oh, sometime last year. Christopher disappeared. The rumor is the Covenant had him killed.

SYDNEY: The Covenant killed his brother and he still wants to work with them? Is there anything else?

SLOANE: No, I'm afraid that's all I have.

SYDNEY: Thank you.

(cut to a reveal of Barnett in bed next to Sloane)


WEISS: Okay. Ryan's brother? Bad dude. Bombing of the French Embassy in Rabat. Explosion at the marine barracks outside Manila; and the remains of a Russian Generals' compound in Grozny.

JACK: These incidents are all at least two years old. Anything more recent?

WEISS: No, nothing. It's like he disappeared.

A picture of Christopher appears on the screen. Sydney looks worried.

SYDNEY: Sloane was telling the truth. The Covenant did have this man killed. Dad, they had me kill him.

JACK: What?

SYDNEY: During the two years I was missing, when the Covenant tried breaking me down to get me to work for them... when the believed I was ready, they put me to a test.

(Flashbacks of the clips we saw during the Kendall reveal episode.)

SYDNEY: Kendall later showed me a picture of the person he believed they had me kill. He had no identity... until now.

JACK: If what Ryan said is true, that Sark has been promoted to the leadership of the North American cell, killing him on a commercial plane carrying 200 innocent people would be a very public act of revenge.

SYDNEY: Oh my God.



Vaughn sits next to Sark.

VAUGHN: Cheers.

SARK: Mr. Vaughn. Tell me, you wouldn't happen to known an eight letter word for "arrogant", would you? [speculation is that the implied answer is "American"]

VAUGHN: Do exactly as I tell you, or I'll kill you.

They walk toward a lavatory.

VAUGHN: Right here. Get in.

SARK: Doesn't it bother you?

VAUGHN: What's that?

SARK: A bomb-maker arranges for a meeting on a plane and then doesn't show up. I don't know about you, but that concerns me.

Vaughn's phone rings. He leaves the lavatory.

VAUGHN: (to a steward) Lock this up.

On phone:

SYDNEY: Vaughn, we may have a problem.



PILOT: Wait up, an explosive device?

VAUGHN: There may be one onboard. I'm not sure, but you have to land immediately.

VAUGHN: Sydney, what you got?

SYDNEY: The bomb is the size of a CD. It could be anywhere.

VAUGHN: Let's try and figure out how it got onboard. Crew, passenger, maintenance, check the plane's service records for the past week, maybe two, to see if there was anything unscheduled.

SYDNEY: Two days ago. A work order was added for repairs in the electrical current bypass in the cargo hold.


SYDNEY: Vaughn, talk to me. What are you looking at.

VAUGHN: You'd better get Marshall on the phone.



SYDNEY: The son of a b**** lied to us.

JACK: Yes, and we lied to him.

WEISS: Yeah, but the difference is we were trying to save lives.

JACK: Our goals, Mr. Weiss, are far less asymmetrical than we assumed. Clearly Mr. Ryan shares our antipathy for the Covenant.

DIXON: Except he believes we are the Covenant.

JACK: A fact we must disabuse him of immediately. We must reveal ourselves for who we are and take this man into our confidence.

A goon hands Dixon some papers.

DIXON: Alright, we have confirmation from Marseille that airspace has been cleared for an emergency landing in 15 minutes.

SYDNEY: The second demonstration he warned us about, this is it. Ryan must have gameplanned for an emergency landing.

JACK: If we can convince Ryan that Sark is in custody and will be prosecuted, maybe he will deactivate the bomb.

DIXON: Let's do it.

Weiss gets off of a phone.

WEISS: That was DGSE. Four mirage fighter jets were just scrambled by the French Air Force.

DIXON: To eyeball only. There will be no shooting, do they understand that?

WEISS: They're confirmed as a flyby, for now.



Visual of fighter jets flying way too low over a city. It's CGI


French pilot can be heard talking about an emergency landing in Marseille.

MARSHALL: Okay. The bomb you recovered in Lisbon may be slightly different than the one you're looking at, but it should be similar enough for me to walk you through this.

The bomb makes weird noises.

VAUGHN: What's that?

MARSHALL: W,w, what's what?

VAUGHN: Uh, I dunno. It kindof looks like a thermometer with a metal ring at the top.

MARSHALL: Is the liquid rising?

VAUGHN: Yeah, how do you know?

MARSHALL: It's a barometric sensor. The bomb is triggered by altitude. If the plane keeps descending it'll detonate.

Vaughn runs to the cockpit.

STEWARDESS: Excuse me, Sir! You need to...


VAUGHN: Pull up!


VAUGHN: The bomb is rigged to the altimeter. If we go below 18,000 feet, we're all dead.

CAPTAIN: Marseille approach, this is Nuage 212. We are emergency climb to one-niner-zero.

TOWER: Nuage 212, confirming flight level one-niner-zero.

VAUGHN: How long can we stay up?

CAPTAIN: We've got enough fuel for two hours, maybe two and a half, but that's it.



Sydney's no longer in disguise.

SYDNEY: My name is Sydney Bristow. I'm a special agent with the CIA.

RYAN: So today you're CIA. So... Belfast, what was all that?

SYDNEY: Belfast was a con. We wanted you to believe we were Covenant so that we could acquire your new technology.

A wall is pulled up. Ryan walks around the warehouse.

RYAN: So this isn't Moscow.

SYDNEY: You're in Los Angeles, and we know you plan on detonating a bomb on Nuage Air 212 as payback for what the Covenant did to your brother.

Weiss and Leonid walk up.

WEISS: How're you doing?

Ryan looks at Sydney, then at Leonid.

RYAN: And you?

LEONID: I defected two months ago. These are good people, Daniel. You should listen to them.

RYAN: If you want me to believe you're Central Intelligence, you've got to do better than this, a warehouse somewhere.



Ryan is brought in with a shroud on.

RYAN: Right. Much more convincing.

DIXON: Mr. Ryan. I'm Marcus Dixon, the director of this office. We now know the bomb on Nuage Air 212 is rigged to an altimeter and will detonate if the pilot attempts to land.

DIXON: I am authorized to make the following deal. Disable the bomb, and turn over to us all material and blueprints concerning the creation and production of such bombs. In exchange, no charges will be filed against you.

RYAN: If you really are CIA, then the person I met with wasn't Julian Sark.

SYDNEY: No. He was CIA. He's on that plane.

Ryan squints, then looks troubled while he thinks it through.

RYAN: But I told him my associate had worked with him before and could make a visual identification.

RYAN: You put the word out to the real Sark, and let him know there was a meeting. Clever. Full-on genius. Maybe you really are CIA.

JACK: Sark is already in custody. As soon as the plane lands, he will be processed for extradition and prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

DIXON: The terms of our deal expire in ten seconds. After that, what agent Bristow said is true. You will be tried as an enemy of the State, and executed.

RYAN: ZzzzzzzZzzzzzzZzzzzzz. (shakes slightly)

SYDNEY: You cannot let those innocent people die.

RYAN: My brother was innocent.



VAUGHN: Okay, well how about this. We have to keep the bomb at altitude, right? So why don't we just land at a high-altitude airport?

MARSHALL: The highest altitude airport is in Bangda, Tibet, and that's only 14,000 feet.

MARSHALL: Wait a minute. Wait, wait a minute. We can't get rid of the bomb. We can't defuse the bomb, but we can trick it.

MARSHALL: Air pressure is the force exerted on a surface by the weight of the air above.

VAUGHN: English, please.

MARSHALL: We need to encase the bomb in an airtight temperature-controlled bubble.

VAUGHN: To fool the bomb into thinking we're still at altitude.

MARSHALL: Right, but the thing is, in order to do any of that, you have to remove it from the fuselage and deactivate the motion sensor.

VAUGHN: Which is what the bomb squad in Belfast was doing when they died.

MARHSALL: Well, yeah.

VAUGHN: Okay. I see four wires leading out from the motion sensor: red, green, yellow, and black.

MARSHALL: Can you see which one is looped to the power source?

VAUGHN: Yeah, the red one.

MARSHALL: The red one. Okay, go ahead and cut that.

Vaughn's about to cut it, and...

MARSHALL: Nonono! wait.

VAUGHN: I hate it when you do that!

MARSHALL: Is there a suppressor on the filament?


MARSHALL: Then don't cut it, it's a false lead.

VAUGHN: Marshall!

MARSHALL: My bad, sorry. What you need to find is the anti-static wire that runs through the plasma relay. It's probably wrapped in degaussed ceramic fiber.

VAUGHN: No, you have to explain this to me in words I can understand.

MARSHALL: Well, it could look like anything. I mean, there are a million variations. You need to tell me what you're looking at, Vaughn.

VAUGHN: I don't know what I'm looking at!

MARSHALL: Well, you better find somebody that does.



Sydney approaches Ryan. She pours him some water.

SYDNEY: Thirsty?

Ryan shows he's handcuffed to the chair. Sydney gives him some water.

SYDNEY: You're angry. There's a good reason. The Covenant took your brother's life.

RYAN: "Took his life?" What an interesting choice of words. I mean, personally I would have gone for something a little bit more colorful, like um, "murdered". Even that's not... how about, um, "slaughtered"? Yeah, "slaughtered". Try that.

SYDNEY: The Covenant held me captive for almost two years. They did things to me I will never get over. They starved me, subjected me to electroshock, sensory deprivation. They used hypnotherapy, all to convince me I was someone else, an operative they'd created named Julia Thorne.

Ryan does the squint thing again.

SYDNEY: I'm telling you this. It may not change anything, but you need to know that I understand what it is like having the Covenant take away people you love. They are evil, evil people. The thing is, I was luckier than you. The man I love, the Covenant didn't murder him. He's on that plane.

SYDNEY: Like I said, me telling you this may not change anything, but I swear to you if you disable that bomb I will not rest until the Covenant pays for what they've done to us. Please, I beg you. Don't do this.




VAUGHN: Alright, I've got Sark. Talk him through it.

MARSHALL: Wait a minute, Sark as in Mr. Sark?

SARK: I understand we're looking for a degaussed ceramic fiber.

MARSHALL: That's right.

SARK: It's quite clear Mr. Ryan has applied the b-something-n variation.

MARSHALL: Cool. Can you splice it?

SARK: I could, but the dummy wire's fixed to a suppressor. I'll have to ground it first.

SARK: (to Vaughn) You're clear.

Vaughn cuts the sensor.

VAUGHN: Alright, we have to find something airtight to put it in.

They rummage through some luggage. Of course, Sark finds a knife in a tackle box. Vaughn finds a cooler.

VAUGHN: This should do it.



SYDNEY: He needs a phone.

DIXON: To call who?

RYAN: The bomb, specifically a pager. The bombs are wired with a remote access protocol. I need to dial in, then enter a deactivation sequence.

Dixon looks at Jack, Jack nods slightly.

DIXON: (cell) This is Director Dixon. Get me a secure line.



Vaughn takes the bomb off the fuselage.

SARK: Keep it steady.

They put it in the cooler and start wrapping it with tape. The phone rings.


SYDNEY: Listen, Vaughn, we may have a way out of this.

RYAN: five-nine-four...

SYDNEY: How will they know when the bomb has been deactivated?

RYAN: The red light on the detonator will turn green.

RYAN: four-seven-seven...


SYDNEY: Vaughn, watch the light on the detonator. It should change color.

VAUGHN: Got it.


RYAN: four-five-nine...

RYAN: And now punch in eleven twenty-four. My brother's birthday.

SYDNEY: Vaughn, what's going on?


VAUGHN: Nothing, it's still red.

The bomb LED displays 5:00 and starts counting down. Sark looks shocked. Vaughn looks frightened.


VAUGHN: Syd, he screwed us.

Sydney looks at Ryan. She's rather upset.


The bomb beeps and whirrs.

MARSHALL: Oh my God. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.

He keeps saying this as he trips over a chair on his way out.

MARSHALL: Oh. Damn it.


MARSHALL: Okay, first of all, I didn't touch anything. I swear. But the bomb's been activated.

JACK: We know. We just spoke to Vaughn.

MARSHALL: No, not on the plane, in my office. The bomb in my office has been activated.

Jack jerks his head toward Ryan looking for an explanation.

RYAN: Ivana Pannich, my former handler, confessed to me on the day before I was killed that my brother had been murdered by the Covenant, and that it was a test of loyalty for a woman named Julia Thorne.

Jack looks at Sydney, as if to say "What were you thinking telling him that?"

RYAN: You killed my brother.



Dixon's talking to a Rotunda guard.

DIXON: Establish a back-up connection with Langley. I want all non-essentials removed... now. We have three minutes to reach a safe distance. I want this to be smooth and orderly.


MARSHALL: If the bombs were activate by a phone call, the detonator must be on a cellular network. If I can just find the right signal, I might be able to reverse engineer the deactivation protocol and shut down both bombs.

SYDNEY: How much time?

VAUGHN: Three and a half minutes.


JACK: I'll oversee transport of the prisoner. Dixon needs your help evacuating the Rotunda. Now.

Two guards leave.

RYAN: Don't tell me. We've come to the point where you coerce me into cooperating.

JACK: Not exactly.

Jack strangles him. Sydney sees what's going on from Marshall's office and heads to the conference room.

JACK: In seven seconds, you'll begin to see spots.

JACK: You think it's a white light? Well I'm here to tell you the last words I want you to hear, ever. There is no white light. Not for people like you.

He passes out. Sydney rushes in.

SYDNEY: God, what have you done?

JACK: Get the defibrillator. Hurry. I put it outside the door.

JACK: He thinks he was prepared to die. We'll see about that. Charge it at 200.

SYDNEY: You've got to start at 150.

JACK: No time for that. 200, now!

Jack injects him with epinephrine.

SYDNEY: One... two... three... (shock)

SYDNEY: One... two... three... (shock again)

Ryan gasps as his heart starts beating again.

JACK: You give us the code that disarms both bombs, or we do that all over again. Both bombs.

Ryan nods weakly.


SYDNEY: Vaughn, we have the code.

VAUGHN: Only ten seconds left.

Marshall types in the code. The bomb stops with 00:01 to go.

SYDNEY: Did it work?


VAUGHN: Yeah, it worked.

SARK: That's impressive.


Marshall does his best impression of a football referree indicating a field goal. It's not a very good one.


Sark stabs Vaughn with the knife. Vaughn manages to knock Sark out and puts handcuffs on him.



DIXON: French DGSE have Sark in custody. They're coordinating with our State department on extradition proceedings.

SYDNEY: Is Vaughn overseeing?

DIXON: No, he's already boarded a plane back to the U.S. We expect him soon.

Ryan's being escorted somewhere by some guards. Jack and Sydney look at him, troubled. Ryan doesn't look happy.



(music: Rosie Thomas "All My Life"Image

Sydney walks out to her car. She stops at her car, crying.

Another car pulls up. It's Vaughn. They embrace.