- Who are you? - It's a pity you'll never know.
Sloane is part of this.
He works with Prophet Five.
This is my chance to stop him.
We were expecting to hear from you sooner.
I ran into a few complications.
And Sydney?
She's dead.
Langley can't know what Sydney's doing.
We should continue to act on the assumption
that Prophet Five has moles inside the C.I.A.
Contact Michael Linz in Berlin.
He'll send the body back.
I'll get right on it.
Come with me.
Anna's dead. Sydney seized the opportunity
to infiltrate Prophet Five.
Sydney's presenting herself as Anna?
Do you think that's wise?
It was Sydney's call. I wasn't consulted.
What's your status?
We'll be up and running in a minute.
Sydney embedded a tracker into the chip that Anna was tasked to retrieve.
We'll be able to follow her from here.
We suspect Prophet Five had intended for Anna to do
some task only Sydney could perform. Learning what that is
may be an 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 information...
material that Vaughn and Renée Rienne's fathers gathered
during their investigation of Prophet 5.
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?
I'm triangulating the coordinates. Just give me a sec.
You know, I cried at your funeral.
- Sorry about that. - No, no, thank you.
I need a good cry now and again.
Okay, 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.
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.
Crashed? What does that mean, crashed?
- We've lost Sydney. - Marshall, find her!
I can't. I think it must've fritzed out.
Patch into a traffic cam.
Do something! Just find her!
Don't worry, I'm on it.
Okay, I got her.
They're headed south on A7.
The airport.
Marshall, I'm on Doverkamp, headed east. I need directions.
Wait, give me a sec. Left at the next intersection.
You're closing in.
Marshall, I'm gonna need a green light in a hurry.
Easier said than done. It's all in German.
- Anschlag? - Grun. 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 we've ever been
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 suppose 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.
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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.
But 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?
Could I steal you for a sec?
The new encryption module for the comms...
...think my math is wrong.
Go ahead. I can handle this.
She'll be back in a second.
Didn't Langley just convert all of our comms to...
This isn't about the comms.
Marshall, what's going on?
Last week, when Sloane infiltrated the network,
I built a bot to monitor the servers, you know, flag any abnormal activity?
This morning a message came through this office without any I.D. Tags.
Intended for Allen Korman.
Korman?
- You mean the guy that... - Yeah, him.
I mean, why would Tom be contacting a guy who killed his wife ?
So, I did some digging.
Travel itinerary. Korman's flying into L.A. Tonight.
This doesn't make any sense.
Look, I talked to Tom myself.
He said he came to Korman to confront him,
but when he saw Korman with his family, he changed his mind.
Rachel, Korman doesn't have any family.
I checked.
Tom's been lying to you.
I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you first, but...
I have to tell Mr. Bristow.
- No, you don't. - Yes, we have to.
Look, you said it yourself... The contact is anonymous...
Tom is not a bad guy!
- How do you know that ? - 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.
Hey, 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 outside Rome. We're going there.
Where are you?
Right now, 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 anything more...
I have to go. Tell Isabelle I love her.
You ready?
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 basically killed anyone who got too close.
But they didn't get you.
No. They might have, if not for Jack.
When I was in the 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 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 1st time I ever felt Jack accepted me.
Or else, he manufactured a very elaborate scheme
to postpone your wedding to his daughter.
I have something for you.
Fortunately, she looks more like her mother.
Yeah, she does.
Dixon, thank you.
Yeah, Jack.
Of course.
We'll contact you when we arrive.
Jack's sending a team to box all this up.
Sydney's en route with Sloane.
We're gonna provide backup.
Where are they headed?
Rome.
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 am sure you have questions.
So do I.
Tell me...
How did it happen?
How did I kill Sydney?
Why do you care?
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're sure about that name? - Yeah, why?
Marshall couldn't find any record of it.
I'm meeting someone inside the O.T.B.
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.
Okay.
Dixon and I will have your back.
If anything happens, we're gonna pull you out.
So who's 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, take Tokyo Rose in the third.
It's a sure bet.
Julian, last time I saw you, it was at Venice...
where, as I recall, you betrayed me to the C.I.A.
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.
Now 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.
The 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've told me, tom.
I would've kept it to myself.
No, I couldn't have.
I've 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.
The 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.
Well, 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.
Well, that's not entirely true.
The rose that you're suppose 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, Milo 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 that 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.
Grazzie.
Follow my lead, will you?
Have you been able to access the prison's internal network?
Not yet. Vaughn and Dixon are moving through the sewers now.
Right here--prison internet connection runs out through a junction box.
It should be vulnerable.
Merlin, you there?
Yeah, Vaughn, go ahead.
We're about 70 meters in. Still no sign of the junction box.
You're almost directly under the switch room.
- You should be close. - Got it.
It's a standard IP-X node.
Good. You should be able to splice the line
- and access the surveillance feeds. - Doing that now.
Do it quickly.
I don't like the idea Sydney being
in a maximum security prison with Sark as her backup.
Being my friend will make your time more pleasurable.
Lucky for you, I won't be here for long.
Otherwise, I'd pull out your tongue and choke you with it.
You realize we just broke about a half dozen federal laws.
Unless they moved it, Korman's car should be right down this aisle.
Look, just stay low, check for V.I.N. 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 particular reason
you're connecting the carburetor to the intake tube?
This is the carburetor?
Yeah.
Maybe, uh, I should keep an eye out for the guard.
All right. You should be tied in now.
Yeah, we're hot.
You getting a picture?
Copy. It's coming through.
See if you can isolate the women's block.
Wait a minute. Was that... was 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 a plan?
We have to hope so.
Hold him down.
This is gonna hurt.
Marshall, what happened?
- Did we lose the signal? - I don't know.
Everything just went wacky. We've been kicked out.
Looks like somebody else is trying to hack into the system.
Sark.
Is there 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 and get a Von Eck signal.
Know what he's talking about?
50%.
This is it.
Sark, where are you?
I've been waiting for you for a very long time.
I think you have me confused with someone else.
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 would like to have them extradited
with your permission, of course.
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
if you got the permission of the general prosecutor,
Adriana Micelli.
Well, yes, of course.
But signora Micelli...
Mrs. Micelli is expecting your call.
Pronto.
Signora Micelli, Buongiorno.
Well... looks like we may be almost there.
I was supposed to meet her.
Who?
My wife...
night 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.
Or maybe somebody from my past...
revenge.
I don't know.
You'll find out so enough.
Thanks for doing this.
Honestly...
this is the closest thing I've had
to a night out since I joined the C.I.A.
You want to hop in and give me some gas?
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 a 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.
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?
I'm not a part of the battle to come.
Go.
Dixon, I got her.
I'll call you back.
Looks like she's heading back 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?
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 look you in the eye.
Marshall, talk to me!
There's a grate to the iso ward about 30 yards ahead of you.
He'll never make it in time. We need to distract Sloane!
Marshall, the surveillance feed they're tapped into,
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!
You okay?
Yeah, let's get out of here.
Thank you.
Why was the hit ordered on my wife?
If I tell you, you'll never let me walk away from here.
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 t 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'll 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, aren't you?
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 okay?
Yeah, it just...
I'm still a little sore, I guess.
We came so close, Vaughn.
Sloane and Prophet Five...
They're still out there.
Hey, I thought we agreed tonight it's just us, okay?
Oh, my God.
All right, the snoring... it kills me.
Hello?
It was you, Sydney.
Of course.
How could I have ever thought otherwise?
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.
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