[Speaking to Sydney] For the past few weeks, you've been under suspicion. We knew we had a mole and there were signs that indicated that it was you. And then when you were in Geneva, we picked up a third-party transmission and it seemed to confirm that you betrayed SD-6. And what I just learned is that it wasn't your transmission. It was Russek's.
I didn't know how it would finally materialize: the darkness. I had nothing to base it on. It wasn't as if the C.I.A. had just betrayed me, that my wife had just been diagnosed with lymphoma. None of that had happened yet. So, whenever life takes an unfortunate turn, as it has this week, I just remind myself that I could see it coming all along.
[watching a video of Will's visit to the prison] Lompoc prison, about two hours ago. The man talking to Tippin is David McNeil, software designer. About eight years ago he created an encryption system that we wanted to acquire, but he wouldn't sell. We don't have audio, but we got hold of the prison log. This is Tippin's third visit to McNeil in the last two weeks. You and I talked about Tippin some time ago. You convinced me that he was just a harmless metro reporter, far from a credible threat.
Some of the text is Italian, but most of it is in code. Code we haven't been able to break. Who was this man, Sydney? What did he see? What did Rambaldi see? [Flipping through the pages of Rambaldi's book, he comes to page forty-seven, the blank one] Those who know about him — various agencies, a few in the private sector — they're spending millions to answer these questions. Millions. Men would die for this book. Men have died. You know, Sydney, the work we're doing here, trying to figure out who Rambaldi was, what he was working on, is becoming an obsession for me.
Offer me proof that she's alive. Until then, know this: as soon as I hang up the phone, I will use every available resource to find out who I'm talking to. And when I do... it will be my sincere pleasure to make your acquaintance.
[to Lauren] I must admit, I was concerned for you when Sydney resurfaced. I remembered seeing her with Vaughn: their relationship reminded me of my own with my late wife. It was the kind of bond that even death cannot sever. Hmmm. Well, apparently I misjudged.
[to Jack] I remember years ago, I was working at SD-6. I was on my way to a meeting in Berlin. It was a typical day - except K-Directorate made an attempt on my life. As I opened my car door, a sniper shot came out of nowhere. The bullet grazed my neck. Actually left a burn mark. . . . You never forget what that feels like - to barely escape with your life.
[to Barnett] I manipulate people. I'm good at that, and I know it. I lie. I keep secrets. I divulge only what I must in order to elicit the reaction I need. That skill, in part, is why I'm still alive. One of those secrets affects the only two people I care about in the world, Sydney and Jack Bristow. There are many secrets I enjoy keeping. There is power in secrets that you keep. But this one . . . no. This one wears on me. It has for many years. It's central to my very existence. It's who I am.
[before his execution] For you who pay witness, I can only believe there is a common thought amongst you all: "This is as it should be." I do not disagree. My only request: that if my daughter is in fact found alive, that she understand my actions, she understand that this day's events are the net result of her father's passion to find her, to know her, to love her.
The Chinese have a saying: "One joy scatters a thousand griefs." So it is in that spirit that I wish you, Nadia, the same joy that you bring to me every day. I never dreamed that something so precious would come into my life. Because of you, I am a changed man.
A few days ago I was absolutely horrified that you would suggest I would turn against APO. That I would kill my own daughter. I realize now that both were inevitable. That death is a necessary sacrifice. Necessary to complete the final leg of this journey. I have been preparing for this my whole life. I knew it was coming. I have betrayed everyone I ever loved. But I was chosen.
I might ask you the same question. Security section became aware of the breach and performed their function. You're familiar with the codes of conduct, Agent Bristow. You knew these codes apply to you, even if you put to risk the lives of every man and woman working in the agency.
Danny wasn't a risk... he was... he was just a man. He was... he was a doctor, he was just...
Sloane
You listen to me. Information about this agency must be treated like a virus. There is only one response to a virus, and that response is containment. You put us in a compromised situation, and even though I despise the countermeasure, we have...