Tell me... Sydney... who sent you here? You must tell me.
Or what? I'm grounded?
S2The Enemy Walks In
I met Emily shortly after I started working at Credit Dauphine. Like many young women, I was intimidated... by the world. I was sort of desperate for a little guidance. As he had been for most of my life, my father was busy working. I'd lost my mother when I was six... so I didn't have anyone to go to. No role model. Arvin invited me for dinner one night. I remember after dinner was over, Emily walked me out to the car. I didn't know her at all and she said in this simple, reassuring voice... "You're gonna be okay." Thinking of Emily, I often wondered about my own mother and what she would have been like, had she lived. Would she have been as strong as Emily? As kind, as good? I always told myself that she would have had those qualities even though I couldn't see them, I simply believed them. But Emily wasn't just the mother I never had. She was the mother all of us wish we had.
The only way SD-6 will let you live is if you destroy the life you've got.
I understand that, but you can't think of another way than this?
Yes, I can think of a number of other ways. But they all involve your burial.
Is that your idea of a joke? You're morbid, Jack.
And you did all this with a bullet in your shoulder?
Do you not believe me?
It's impressive.
Not really. One thing I have learned doing this - there's no drug like adrenaline.
One more thing. You haven't said anything about your mother.
What, am I supposed to say something insightful? The first time I see my mother in twenty years, and she almost kills me. Which would have made me the thirteenth CIA officer she's killed. She's former KGB. She's betrayed my father. She's betrayed me. She's betrayed this country. All anyone needs to know about that woman is that she's a bad guy.
I think this was a good beginning.
S2Trust Me
The idea that the CIA is willing to work with Irina Derevko is insane.
Worse, it's naive. Your mother didn't just conveniently turn herself in. This is all part of the manipulation.
Well, she's their problem now. She's not yours. And she's not mine.
Just so we're clear, Mr. Vaughn, I know all about your participation in busting Agent Bristow out of federal custody. Convince her to talk to her mother, or face charges of obstructing justice and harboring a fugitive.
Guess it's two-for-one day on blackmail.
She told me to pull the alarm.
Yes, and for all you know, that could've made things worse. Sydney, you're smarter than this. Your mother wants you to think she's your ally. That she can help you get what you want. Her intel might even be accurate once, twice, but the minute you start depending on her, she will gut you.
[Referring to Irina] Sydney, she is the enemy.
And so is Sloane. And if the devil herself wants to help me bring him down, fine by me.
Let's get something clear. You are not my mother. My mother was Laura Bristow. Laura Bristow died in a car accident twenty-one years ago. You are a traitor and a prisoner of the United States government. [Irina looks away] Look at me! We will interact only when necessary. You will address me as "Agent Bristow" and answer only the questions I ask. There will be no personal anecdotes, no comments about my job performance, no condolences or congratulations. Do you understand me? [pause] Do you understand?
Yes... Agent Bristow.
S2Cipher
I've had a picture of your face in my mind for twenty years. I remember a loving husband, generous man, patriot. I may have been under orders to fabricate a life with you, but there were times when the illusion of our marriage was as powerful for me as it was for you. Especially when Sydney was born. Looking at you now, I see that illusion is finally gone.
I want to make something very clear to you. There are people here who believe you can repay the debt you owe this country through your continued cooperation. I am not one of them. And if Sydney in any way becomes victim to your endgame, I will kill you. She spent most of her life believing you were dead. She'll get used to it again. No matter what bond you try to forge with her.
You haven't told her what you did to her after I disappeared, have you?
You know, you haven't asked me how I could shoot my own daughter.
No, I haven't.
I assume you wouldn't need this combination so urgently if you didn't know where the music box was. Sark won't hesitate to kill you. I don't want to lose the chance to explain myself someday.
Speaking of Ms. Adams... just before I left I remember her encouraging you to try out for your school's Thanksgiving play. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but in the twenty years since I last saw you I often wondered... what part did you play?
I don't remember. It was around the time I was told my mother had died. Everything else is a blur.
Dad... do you remember the Thanksgiving play I was in that year in school? Because I sort of do. I mean, I have an impression of it, but I can't remember, was I a pilgrim, or an Indian?
[Jack stares off]
What?
You were neither. You were a turkey. You were the only turkey that was spared to celebrate the harvest.
You want me to talk to her again.
Mr. Sark has assumed control of your mother's operation...
Please stop referring to her as my mother.
Therefore, Ms. Derevko must know what he's looking for and she's made it clear she will only speak with you.
Look, I talked to her before because I had to. I have no intention of making this into a habit.
I assume you have an opinion on this, Agent Vaughn.
Uh, I don't have an easy answer to that.
I'll take a complicated one.
I can't pretend to hide my bias here. Irina Derevko betrayed this country and killed my father in the process. On the other hand, she is a certifiable Rambaldi expert and probably knows more about the inner workings of global organized crime than any other person in U.S. custody. Having said that, I believe Agent Bristow and I were effectively countering SD-6 before Derevko turned herself in and I stand behind whatever she decides.
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