Previously:
- Who are you? - It's a pity you'll never know.
- Sydney... - Vaughn...
How did you?
Sloane is part of this. He works with Prophet Five. It's my chance to stop him.
- We expected to hear from you sooner. - I ran into a few complications.
And Sydney?
She's dead.
Langley can't know what Sydney's doing. Continue to assume
that Prophet Five has moles inside the CIA.
Michael Linds in Berlin will arrange transport of the body.
- I'll get right on it. - Come with me. Anna's dead.
Sydney has infiltrated Prophet Five.
Sydney's presenting herself as Anna? Is that wise?
- Her call. I wasn't consulted. Your status? - Be up and running in a minute.
Sydney embedded a tracker into the chip Anna had to retrieve. We can follow her.
We suspect Prophet Five intended for Anna to do a task only Sydney could do.
It's our opportunity to determine their endgame.
- That's if they believe Sydney is Anna. - I know.
Patching Vaughn through.
- Vaughn, can you hear me? - You're clear.
- Where is he? - Hamburg.
He and Sydney uncovered a storeroom of data -
material he and Renée's father gathered while investigating Prophet Five.
You'll join Vaughn, transmit the documentation back here for analysis.
Vaughn, it's Dixon. It's good to hear your voice.
You too. I'll see you soon.
- Marshall, how we doing? - Triangulating the coordinates. One sec.
You know, I cried at your funeral.
Uh, yeah, uh, sorry about that.
No, no... thank you. I need a good cry now and again.
OK, tracker's hot.
Got her. There she is.
She's on Tiergartenstraße.
I have the chip in hand.
Of course. We're en route now.
Our superiors were quite pleased with your performance.
- You seem surprised. - Not at all.
Your reputation's well-deserved.
To the great Anna Espinosa.
Great seems a little strong, doesn't it?
- Don't tell me you're getting modest? - Hm. It's this body.
I have this uncontrollable urge now to act like a girl scout all the time.
Well, let's get you back to Zurich before you start trying to sell me cookies.
I'm sure our superiors are eager to get their hands on that.
This?
This is an inconvenience. Nothing more.
- What just happened? - I'm not sure. I think the tracker crashed.
- Cra... What does that mean? - We've lost Sydney.
- Find her. - I can't. It must have fritzed out.
- Patch into a traffic cam, just find her! - Don't worry. I'm on it.
OK, I got her.
- They're headed south on A7. - The airport.
Marshall, I'm headed east. I'm gonna need directions.
OK, give me a sec. Left at the next intersection.
- You're closing in. - I'm gonna need a green light in a hurry.
- It's all in German. - Marshall!
- "Anschlag"? - "Grün" - green.
Shall we?
You finished the translation of page 47.
The circle will be complete when the Chosen One finds the rose in San Cielo.
Congratulations, Mr. Sloane. Thanks to your work,
we're closer than ever to comprehending Rambaldi's greatest mystery.
You understand the meaning of the deciphered message?
Enough to proceed. However, I do have one concern.
Rambaldi's prophecies have always taken into account the smallest variables.
This is a man who predicted events hundreds of years before we were born.
The rose in question is indeed unique, as unique as Sydney herself.
What is unclear, however, is whether Anna Espinosa posing as Sydney
is able to complete the task.
Well, then I guess you've got your work cut out for you.
After you.
- Sloane's here. - Of course.
You didn't think we'd dispose of him this soon, did you?
I hear your mission was a success.
- I should offer you congratulations. - Thank you.
Did you encounter any complications?
Just one, but I've dealt with her once and for all.
We should celebrate, Arvin.
Sydney Bristow is dead.
Remarkable likeness, isn't it?
So this is why you needed her. Or should I say me?
In his prophecies Rambaldi referred to Sydney as the Chosen One.
He foretold that she would bring forth his final works.
And you really believe that?
That a man who lived 500 years ago had intentions for Sydney Bristow?
Excuse me. I may be mistaken,
but I always believed you to be a follower of Rambaldi's works.
Only when it suits my checkbook.
I'm not someone who'd guide my life by some perverted sense of faith.
As long as I have to look like this, I might as well make some use of it.
What does Rambaldi want me to do?
Retrieve an artifact from San Cielo, a monastery outside Rome.
Monastery? That sounds fun. Do I get to wear a habit?
I think I've told you all you need to know for now.
We leave within the hour.
Does this mean you're sending me to my room?
There's a change of clothes for you upstairs. Second door on the left.
Sadly, he did, yeah. Can you imagine what happened when they got home?
Can I steal you a sec? The new encryption module for the coms - my math is wrong.
- Go ahead. I can handle this. - She'll be back in a sec.
Didn't Langley just convert all of our coms?
- This isn't about the coms. - What's going on?
Last week when Sloane infiltrated the network, I built a bot to monitor the servers.
This morning a message came through this office with no ID tags,
intended for Allen Korman.
- Korman? You mean the guy that... - Yeah, him.
Why would Tom be contacting a guy who killed his wife? So I did some digging.
Travel itinerary. Korman's flying into LA tonight.
This doesn't make any sense. I talked to Tom myself.
He went to confront Korman, but saw him with his family and changed his mind.
Rachel, Korman doesn't have any family. I checked.
Tom's been lying to you.
I wanted to tell you first, but I have to tell Mr. Bristow about this.
- No, you don't. - Yes, we have to.
The contact is anonymous. Tom is not a bad guy.
- We don't know anything about him. - Because I know.
Look, just let me check into it first. Give me 24 hours.
I promise, if we don't have an answer by then, we'll go to Jack together.
All right. 24 hours.
- Hello? - It's me. I don't have much time.
- Where are you? - Zurich, an estate, highly secure.
- Sloane is here. - What is he telling you?
That page 47 references San Cielo, a monastery near Rome. We're going there.
- Where are you? - In your kitchen, playing with Isabelle.
You are? How is she?
Happy.
- Dad, did she just... - Giggle? Yeah. Apparently I'm funny.
She hasn't done that before.
That was a first.
- Of which there will be many. - I know.
I'll notify Vaughn and Dixon about Rome. If you learn...
I have to go. Tell Isabelle I love her.
- You ready? - Yeah.
Hey.
You're shorter than I remember.
- This is all regarding Prophet Five? - This entire bunker contains evidence
of mysterious deaths, assassinations, car bombings.
All of them involving people who were investigating Prophet Five.
- They killed anyone who got too close. - But they didn't get you?
They might have if not for Jack.
In hospital he convinced me that Prophet Five wouldn't rest until they killed me,
and that I was in no condition to fight back.
- How'd he manage it? - Sodium morphate.
It slowed down my body functions to a point that mimicked death.
Apparently I spent four hours in a drawer at the morgue
waiting for Jack's contact to reach me to administer the antidote.
Then a couple days of traveling before I made it to Nepal.
You know, it's funny. It's the first time I ever felt Jack accepted me.
Or he manufactured an elaborate scheme to postpone your wedding to his daughter.
I have something for you.
Fortunately, she looks more like her mother.
Yeah. Yeah, she does.
Dixon, thank you.
Yeah, Jack. Of course.
We'll contact you when we arrive. Jack's sending in a team to box all this up.
Sydney's en route with Sloane. We're gonna provide backup.
- Where are they headed? - Rome.
Anna.
Well...
I made our arrangements. Your contact will be meeting you on the ground.
He'll provide you with access to San Cielo.
No more than I need to know.
Well, I'm sure you have questions.
So do I.
Tell me...
how did it happen?
How did I kill Sydney?
- Yeah. - Why do you care?
Well...
Sydney was a remarkable agent.
I imagine it wasn't easy.
Sydney wasn't a martyr or a legend.
She was just a person...
who deserved nothing more than to be shot in the back.
And so she was.
The Chosen One.
She died just as easy as anyone.
I see.
Well, thank you.
We'll be landing shortly.
I know what you have planned for Anna after this mission is over.
You have reservations?
Oh, no.
I want to be the one who kills her.
You smell nice.
So we looked into the Monastery San Cielo. You sure about that name?
- Yeah. Why? - Marshall couldn't find any record of it.
I'm meeting someone inside the OTB. He's supposed to brief me on the rest.
I saw a picture of Isabelle.
I don't know how we do this anymore.
We do it the way we've always done it.
It's the only way to keep her safe.
We end this.
OK.
Dixon and I will have your back. If anything happens, we'll pull you out.
- So who is this contact? - Sloane said I'd know him when I saw him.
Syd, be careful.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
If you want my advice, I'd take Tokyo Rose in the third. It's a sure bet.
Julian. Last time I saw you was Venice.
Where, as I recall, you betrayed me to the CIA.
- They took me into custody. - And yet, Anna,
here you are, looking better than ever.
That's for a year spent in a federal holding facility.
What was that one for?
I'll get back to you.
Right.
So, what are you drinking?
- Did you find him? - The Cardinal?
I wouldn't be here if I didn't.
I'm gonna give you to three to start talking.
Not here. Somebody might be watching.
I didn't lie to you. Korman killed my wife.
But the order came from somebody else.
Closest I've gotten is a name. The Cardinal.
Well, you two seem to be pretty chummy.
He works freelance.
We did a job once - deep-cover op.
He doesn't even know my real name.
Look, I've gotta find out why, Rachel.
She was a schoolteacher.
She wasn't a part of this life.
If somebody wanted to hurt me, why didn't they just come after me?
And Korman knows?
He does now.
He found the Cardinal.
What does he want? Money?
His car. It was seized when he turned himself in to WITSEC.
You could have told me, Tom. I would have kept it to myself.
No. I couldn't have.
I spent four years, and this is as close as I've got to an answer.
I couldn't trust anybody.
If I hack into the federal database, I should be able to find the car.
I couldn't ask you to do that.
You didn't.
It's Sark.
Her contact?
Yep.
Better the enemy you know.
She can handle Sark.
Another?
Perhaps you shouldn't. We're on the clock.
We are? Here I thought we were just catching up on old times.
In that case, maybe it's time you fill me in on the plan.
- What has Sloane told you? - Just that our target is San Cielo.
That's not entirely true.
The rose you're supposed to acquire, if you're to believe page 47,
is being held in a facility known by Rambaldi as San Cielo.
The rest of the world now refers to it as La Fossa Maximum Security Prison.
We're breaking into a prison?
According to Sloane, Rambaldi, in the days leading up to his execution, was held there.
He believes he hid the rose in the northwest isolation wing.
The text specifies only the Chosen One can obtain the item in question.
I guess you'll have to do.
An explosion?
I suggest you take cover.
Wait, this is your plan for getting us into La Fossa?!
Yes. Grazie.
Follow my lead, will you?
- Have you accessed the prison's network? - Not yet.
Vaughn and Dixon are in the sewers now.
The prison internet connection runs through a junction box. It'll be vulnerable.
- Merlin, are you there? - Yeah, Vaughn, go ahead.
We're 70 meters in. Still no sign of the junction box.
You're almost under the switch room. You're close.
Got it. It's a standard IPX node.
- You should be able to access the feeds. - Doing that now.
Do it quickly. I don't like the idea of Sydney being in prison with Sark as her backup.
Lucky for you I won't be here for long,
otherwise I'd pull out your tongue and choke you with it.
Do you realize we just broke about a half-dozen federal laws?
Unless they moved it, Korman's car should be down this aisle.
Look, just stay low, check for VIN numbers.
You ready? Let's go.
This is it.
This shouldn't take long.
- Can I help? - Yeah, just keep an eye out for the guard.
Is there any reason you're connecting the carburetor to the intake tube?
- Is this the carburetor? - Yeah.
Maybe I should keep an eye out for the guard.
- All right, you should be tied in now. - Yeah, we're hot. Getting a picture?
Copy. It's coming through. See if you can isolate the women's block.
Wait, was that... Is that the women's showers?
No, that's men. Definitely men.
There she is.
Wait a minute. She's in isolation. You think that's part of her plan?
We have to hope so.
Eccolo. Andiamo!
Sì, questo è bene.
Marshall, what happened? Did we lose the signal?
I don't know. We've been kicked out. Looks like somebody else tried to hack in.
Sark.
Any way to regain our tap? We have to keep track of her.
You could look for the alarm lines and then try to cross-wind 'em.
- Know what he's talking about? - 50%.
Sark, where are you?
I've been waiting for you for a very long time.
You have me confused with someone else.
Hm.
I can't imagine confusing you with anyone else.
As difficult as this must be for you to understand,
I know you.
We've never met.
No, we haven't.
We don't have much time.
Come with me.
I'm not going anywhere with you unless you tell me who you are.
The circle will be complete
when the Chosen One finds the rose.
I am the rose.
Now,
if you will come with me.
And, Mr. Harvey, how can I help you?
You have two suspects in custody who are wanted fugitives from my country,
and we'd like to have them extradited, with your permission.
- Then I'm afraid we have a problem. - Why is that, sir?
These two have committed crimes on Italian land
and I cannot possibly release them before their first judicial hearing.
But you could release them with the permission of the general prosecutor,
Adriana Macelli.
Well, yes, of course. But Signora Macelli...
Mrs. Macelli is expecting your call.
Pronto. Procuratrice Macelli.
Signora Macelli. Buongiorno.
Well, looks like we may be almost there.
I was supposed to meet her.
- Who? - My wife.
When she died.
It was our half-year anniversary.
I was gonna pick her up at work...
take her out to dinner.
But contact called.
I never made it.
I was working five investigations, and maybe I screwed up,
got my stories confused.
Maybe somebody from my past...
Revenge.
I don't know.
You'll find out soon enough.
Thanks for doing this.
Honestly, this is the closest thing I've had to a night out since I joined the CIA.
Wanna hop in and give me some gas?
Hey!
Who did this?
You don't need me to tell you.
He told me you'd be coming.
All I had to do was wait.
This is yours for the time being.
What is it?
His greatest gift
and also his greatest curse.
- Meaning? - What you hold in your hand
is simply defiance of the natural order.
The end of nature itself.
Some very bad people want what's in this amulet.
I can't stop them if you don't tell me what it is.
You don't understand.
You can't stop them.
You don't know me very well.
Hm.
You're more charming than I could have imagined.
I used to believe as you do that there were decisions to be made.
But in the end
it's just fate.
It's out of our hands, and now it's just a matter of time.
A matter of time until what?
Until the stars fall from the sky,
until the end of light.
You have gotten what you came for.
The guards will be making rounds soon. You need to go.
- Will you be all right? - Hm...
I'm not a part of the battle to come.
Go!
- Dixon, I got her! - I'll call you back.
She's heading to the women's block.
She must have got what she came for. Maybe she's headed for extraction.
Good luck with this one. He's all yours.
Thank you.
Where's Anna?
Anna won't be joining us.
Were you successful?
Tell me, Anna,
did you retrieve the rose?
No. There was nothing there.
I don't believe you.
Sydney deserved better than an anonymous bullet.
You didn't even have the courage to face her.
At least I'll look you in the eye.
- Marshall, talk to me! - There's a grate into the iso ward.
No time. We need to distract Sloane.
Their surveillance feed - can we use it to get into security controls?
Marshall, hurry!
Got it.
I don't die that easy.
Sir? We've had a breach. You better get out of here.
Stay in your cell. Stay back!
Sydney, you OK?
Yeah. Let's get outta here.
- Thank you. - Why was the hit ordered on my wife?
- If I tell you, you'd never let me walk away. - You have my word.
I don't believe you.
Go ahead.
Shoot me.
First tell me why she had to die.
Truth is she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
- I don't understand. - My information said
you were picking her up at her job. I was waiting at the bottom of the stairs.
You were supposed to be with her.
It was a mistake.
She died because I thought she was you.
I'm going to disappear now. If you come after me I will know,
and I'll do what I set out to do four years ago.
- This is pretty amazing. - Have you ever seen anything so perfect?
No.
You did good.
Thanks.
- You're gonna be just like your mom. - Oh, I hope not.
I hope she's a doctor or a teacher,
or just anything that does not involve wearing a wig.
I don't know. I think she'd look pretty cute in a little pink wig.
Maybe not.
You OK?
Yeah, it's just...
I'm still a little sore, I guess.
- We came so close, Vaughn. - Sydney...
Sloane, Prophet Five - they're still out there.
Hey.
I thought we agreed tonight it's just us, OK?
Oh, my God. All right, the snoring, it kills me.
- Hello? - It was you, Sydney.
Of course. How could I have ever thought othe^rwise?
I saw it in you the first time we met. You're a survivor, just like me.
And now, thanks to you, I have everything I need.
Bad robot!