Alias s04e19 Episode Script
In Dreams...
Mr.
Sloane.
Welcome to Monte Inferno Monastery of the Vespertine order.
- Thank you.
- You will forgive us our cautions.
Of course.
Hunting season? Come.
Father Kampinski is waiting.
- Mr.
Sloane.
- Father Kampinski.
Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.
What can I do for you, Mr.
Sloane? Our institute is mandated to develop measures to counter terrorism.
We have, of course, heard about the work you've done here and wanted to perhaps Our bees are not for sale.
Of course they're not.
What we wanted was your knowledge.
Not your insects, per se.
I understand you've bred the aggression out of them.
This is not strictly true.
The aggression is there.
The need for it, happily, is not.
Come, Mr.
Sloane.
I'll show you.
The truth is, these bees have an exceptionally venomous sting.
They're very hard to antagonize.
They choose productivity over aggression which is why we're able to work among the apiaries without protective garments.
- Remarkable.
- There is so very much we can learn from these exquisite beings.
- Fascinating.
- They're imbued with a kind of grace.
- Unlike so many humans.
- And you've achieved that grace.
How? At Monte Inferno, we're dedicated to the marriage of supposed opposites.
Man and his science, God and his miracles coming together for the profit of all.
Just think about it.
The right blend of genetic engineering dietetic supplements, behavior modification, and - You could create a new species.
- No, my son.
Merely a better bee.
One closer to God's grand design.
We even have the ability to control their body temperatures make the bees work harder, longer, more in sync.
All for the common good.
Extraordinary.
Paphiopedilum Khan.
The rarest of lady's-slipper orchid species, generally thought to be extinct.
- Not exactly.
A close cousin.
- No.
This is the genuine article.
Brought here to Italy from China by Marco Polo in 1269.
- A gift from Kublai Khan.
- What do you want? If I might I'd like to spend a little time here.
Examine your historical papers.
- Take a cutting of your orchid.
- A cutting? For 50 million dollars deposited to your accounts in Vanuatu and Samoa.
Yes, it's true I have a little put away for a rainy day.
But the fact is, I'm uninterested in money.
I'm a man of God, not a merchant.
In my experience Father the two are hardly mutually exclusive.
Sorry you came all this way for nothing.
No.
I'm the one who's sorry.
I'm coming home.
Plan B.
Please.
Help me.
Certainly.
Antivenom.
Enough to give you a shot at actually surviving.
But first, the Rambaldi orchid formulas, which you used on your bees.
You go to hell.
You first.
- Now, keep both arms up, like this - Yes, I know.
I know.
You tell me every day, thank you.
- They treat you like an idiot.
- Keep them up, Dad.
It's for your own good.
Dr.
Liddell said to follow procedure to the letter if you wanna make a full recovery.
I never thanked you for what you did in helping to find Liddell.
You don't have to.
That other charade.
You pretending to be your mother.
Whose idea was that? Sloane's.
You were living in 1981.
You were delusional.
It was the only way we could get you to reveal Liddell's whereabouts.
You told her, Dad.
You told Mom you were a CIA agent.
You broke protocol.
That's how she stole agency secrets.
I'm putting these down.
You also said you were thinking about resigning from the CIA.
You would have, right, Dad? If she hadn't left.
I didn't like being away all the time.
Not being a part of your life.
You're part of it now.
- They're ready for the briefing.
- Thank you.
We're coming.
Yesterday, a rare orchid was stolen from the Monte Inferno monastery in Umbria.
Satellite photos confirm it's the same man we encountered in Santiago.
The man who claims to be me.
Details are in your briefing folders.
- What's special about the orchid? - It has chemical properties which heighten receptivity in neural pathways.
We assume.
Well, we don't know, really.
Nobody in the scientific community has laid eyes on it for centuries.
We have been asked to recover it.
Find the imposter.
Get the orchid.
I want a plan on my desk by 2200.
That's it.
Arvin.
A word.
Of course.
You said it was harmless, this could never happen.
I didn't know.
I never imagined the effects of the orchid could be reversed.
No.
But somebody did.
Let's not overreact, Jack.
What we saw, the effect of the Mueller device was a demonstration on insects, not on humans.
We are staring at the potential for global disaster in no small part because of what you've put in place.
Don't you think I realize the responsibility I bear? We need to find the orchid, Jack.
Not waste time arguing over what we can't change.
recovered the orchid in that time I'm going to Langley with this.
- It'll mean the end of you, Arvin.
- You too, Jack.
I know.
The Italian police dead-ended on both vehicles.
Satellite surveillance was a bust.
Echelon's bone-dry.
Our Sloane clone has vanished into the ether.
- Back to square one.
- Not exactly.
If we can't find him, we'll make him find us.
The Vespertine Papers.
Rambaldi texts that refer to our stolen orchid.
- Rumor is they were destroyed.
- You wanna bring them out of hiding.
Leak dummy intel that they were found in Father Kampinski's personal belongings.
- The DSR could loan us some documents.
- Set it up as an auction.
I have a contact at a Paris antiquities house.
- Smile and look like a lot of money.
- Dollars or euros? Euros, definitely.
Mark Mullens from the Carolina Institute.
Just sign there.
Thank you.
- Evergreen, you are on the air.
- Uplinking to APO.
- I'd love to be there.
- The imposter's seen you before.
- I know.
Just - Nadia will do fine.
Let's hope so.
Sold for five million euros to the man in the gray flannel suit.
Our next item, lot 47, is a last-minute addition.
The Vespertine Papers.
All interested bidders should take a few moments to examine the documents.
Look, but please do not touch.
Let's see who takes the bait.
- Identity? - Toshiro Takenada.
Wealthy Rambaldi collector from Kyoto.
Efraim Dousseau 'Ngumbe.
Dilettante.
Far more money than vision.
Remarkable.
- I've never seen her before.
- Evergreen, get a look at her name tag.
- "Pamela McNabb.
Stanwyck Institute.
" - Yowzer.
- Easy.
- We can't appreciate beautiful things? You're right.
Watch TV.
Can't touch the knobs.
It's a dummy corp.
McNabb's a phony.
We will start the bidding at two million euros.
I have two million.
Do I hear two five? Two five.
Do I have three million? Four million? Six million? Nine million? - Ten million? - Our girl stopped bidding.
Something went wrong.
Merlin.
McNabb's cell phone.
I'm all over it.
Scanning to get a GSM source.
The conversation's encrypted.
Eleven five? - McNabb's on the move.
- Stop her.
- Copy that.
- 12 million? - Suppose she's not working for him? - No, it's her.
- Why leave? - I would only stop bidding if I was certain I could recover the papers through other means.
- She's a decoy.
Check the papers.
- Copy that.
Evergreen, forget about her.
The papers are gone.
Out the back.
Marcus.
What a surprise.
- We got him.
- Good work.
Bring him home.
We'll make him tell us where the orchid is.
Jack.
- Of course, I should have known.
- You know me? What? Of course I know you.
- And me? - What about you? Do you know me? - No.
- I'm Arvin Sloane.
I see.
This is your idea, Jack.
Play with my sense of reality.
I don't know what you're talking about.
- I've never met you.
- It's not gonna work.
Shall we state this for the record? I am Arvin Sloane.
Posing as Arvin Sloane you recently stole a rare orchid from the Monte Inferno monastery.
Your masquerade is over.
You've been caught.
What happens next? You deprive me of food? Try to alter my sense of time? Childish attempts to break me down.
You, Jack, of all people, should know that.
- Who are you? - Who am I? Belize.
For 72 hours, we were stuck in a safe house questioning a revolutionary.
And after you cut off How many fingers was it? Eight.
he told us what we wanted.
Only you and I know that.
We left it off the after-action report.
How desperate the company must be to play this pitiable mind game.
To think you could call this actor, this clown, Arvin Sloane and make me doubt my own identity.
How do you account for the fact that in the recent past this man created and ran an international relief agency called Omnifam? The world knows his face as Arvin Sloane.
He's a CIA stooge with my good looks.
And I can prove it.
The affair in Santiago.
I noticed that both Marcus Dixon and Sydney Bristow were in on that mission.
It beggars reason to believe that these same two agents would ever agree to work for the man who killed their loved ones.
What's the most logical scenario? That I'm the imposter? Or that you are? Weird.
Unless you have something to offer, start cutting off my fingers or kindly call my lawyer.
- Marshall would like to see you.
- Tell him I say hello.
Try not to kill him.
- What have we got? - I think you should see for yourself.
- What am I looking at? - These are the imposter's EEG readings.
His brain activity.
Every individual has a unique brain-pattern signature.
Take a look at this other one.
- They're identical.
- Exactly.
- Whose EEG is this? - It's weird.
These are from the database.
This is Arvin Sloane.
The real Sloane.
Our Sloane.
These two men share identical brains? For all intents and purposes, well, yes.
I mean, this man is Arvin Sloane.
- At least, his brain is.
- How's that possible? Back at SD-6, I worked on a project that focused on brain imprinting.
- Engram encoding.
- That program was run out of Psy Ops.
- By McCullough.
- Who's McCullough? Calvin McCullough, senior partner at SD-6.
Headed the psychological warfare and operations division.
Among the numerous programs he oversaw was something called Project Brainstorm.
Its purpose, to explore experimental technologies to aid in interrogation, brainwashing, the creation of sleeper agents as well as the transfer of memories from one subject to another.
We think this man was made to believe he's Sloane.
Not just to believe, but to act.
He shares the same desires, which explains his pursuit of Rambaldi artifacts.
If you think about it, this guy's been two steps ahead of us the entire time.
He thinks like you.
He knows your strategies, your playbooks.
Your secrets.
When we were in Santiago going after Sloane Clone the first time you knew the access code to his facility - " Jacquelyn.
" I have no reference for that.
It just came to me.
Probably because it's buried deep inside your subconscious.
Which also means it's buried inside his.
But these were experimental technologies at the time.
Someone continued McCullough's research after SD-6 was taken down.
McCullough was tipped off.
He evaded capture.
- Who tipped him? - I did.
I owed him a favor.
One he clearly didn't return to me.
If McCullough is holding the strings, we may have a lead.
- I have a good idea where he might be.
- I'll put Dixon and Vaughn on him.
In the meantime, we continue the interrogation here.
- I see you're enjoying your retirement.
- Don't mind if we join you, do you? It's been a long time, Mr.
Dixon.
To what do I owe the pleasure of your company? Arvin Sloane sent us.
The real Arvin Sloane.
Tell us where the orchid is, and we might be able to cut you a deal.
I don't know where it is.
If you don't wanna spend the rest of your life in prison I suggest you start cooperating with us now.
And I'm telling you, I don't have the answers you're looking for.
You used Project Brainstorm technology to make that man believe he's Arvin Sloane.
- I'm not denying that.
- You had him acquire the orchid for you.
Where is it? Yes.
I made him believe he's Sloane.
But I did too good a job.
He double-crossed me, and kept the orchid for himself.
Just like Arvin would have done.
You're lying.
I'm beyond lying.
All that really matters now is that my employer would never let me live long enough to be interrogated and that, right now I have 300mgs of cyanide coursing though my veins.
- The coffee.
- I'll get an ambulance.
Una ambulancia.
Who are you working for? Tell Arvin I'm I'm so happy to see you, Sydney.
Good.
I have only one question to ask you.
Where's the orchid? Four years is a long time not to see someone you love.
- It appears you've done well.
- If you tell me where to find the orchid I'll be happy to continue this farce.
Otherwise Are you sure that's what you want, Sydney? Think about it.
There are so many things you could ask of me.
Why not choose one that matters? Such as? The re-engineering of the evolution of the species.
You found an application for a Rambaldi formula.
Finally.
I'm the first to admit that some of Rambaldi's quests occasionally degenerated into sheer folly but not this one.
- Go on.
- The work we did.
The work you do now.
Taking down bad guys, putting out fires.
You're a beat cop.
Not making a dent.
You've gotta go to the source.
Human nature itself.
Where we are headed.
What will become of human beings? You wanna change the world? You wanna really deal in the vanquishing of evil and the ascendancy of good? - Well, I'm yourguy.
- You're telling me you're a good guy? - Work with me.
- This work.
It involves genetics and bioengineering? In part.
A vulgarian would use the word "mutate," but it has such negative connotations.
- "Mutate?" Into what? - Ostensibly into a more evolved less aggressive being.
More cooperative, calmer.
Easier to control.
Like the bees at the monastery.
You turned them into killers.
The bees were a test.
I wanted to see if what goes down could come up.
Come on, Sydney.
How many wars were there last century? How many people died in those wars through genocide or political repression? We're We're disgusting, humans.
Do we learn from grace or beauty or what we call God? - What were you gonna do about it? - Suppose one could administer a formula to the general population that would quietly alter our brain chemistry exponentially expanding our capacity for qualities like empathy and harmonic coexistence.
This formula.
How would you administer it? Nothing could be more simple.
Do you have any idea how many additives are in our drinking water? If I could undo what I did, I would.
The truth is, through Omnifam, I introduced a combination of substances into water supplies throughout the world.
It was my intent, based on Rambaldi's formulas to create a more peaceful species.
To breed the aggression out of the population, like the monks with the bees.
- We don't have time for rationalizations.
- No.
Excuse me.
I'm assuming that you failed, right? Yes, I failed.
I didn't have the orchid.
I attempted to artificially manufacture its nectar.
Your imposter has the orchid.
He doesn't need to acquire any of the other substances you mentioned.
All he has to do is put the nectar into the water you contaminated.
- You loaded the gun.
- That's right.
How many people are we talking about? How many people drank the water? Somewhere between three and four hundred million.
- What? - Assuming the imposter's organization is already harvesting the chemical from inside the orchid I suggest we don't waste time on accusations right now.
What are the options? Dixon and Vaughn are uplinking McCullough's files.
There might be a lead in there.
Divide it up.
See what you can find.
I'd like to talk to you.
I saw it on your face.
You knew.
You knew what he did, and you ignored it.
- Why? - Sydney.
- He's sick.
Can't you see? - He was at the height of his obsession but he abandoned his scheme.
- You still trust him.
- When he laid the seeds for this he thought he was doing good.
He didn't see this as a trigger for global genocide.
So he's a delusional megalomaniac with benign intentions? What Sloane did cannot be undone.
To alert the public would be worse than useless.
It would create worldwide panic.
We need that flower.
Which we could have recovered long ago, and turned over to the DSR.
But we didn't, because you sat on what you knew.
Which makes you as guilty as he is.
- Yes? - I've found something.
From what I got from McCullough's files SD-6 performed detailed brain scans on Sloane.
McCullough then recreated Sloane's brain digitally, and then uploaded it to this guy.
I mean, those files, they're ingrained deep.
Which leaves us very few options.
He'll never give us the location of the orchid as long as he believes he's me.
That's right.
We'll have to shock it out of him.
Split it off from his dual persona, and get his real personality to tell us where it is.
- Are we talking shock therapy? - Not in the traditional sense.
According to research, reliving a painful memory will literally shake his moorings.
But it has to be something really bad.
It can't be Hypnotic regression.
Take him back to a point in the past your past, and make him recall the memory.
Arvin Clone, he'll probably resist that.
You would have to relive a painful memory.
And then record it, using McCullough's technology.
And then upload it to Sloane Two.
It's like a switch.
One second he's Arvin Clone and then - Shazam - He's himself again.
- What are the risks? - To the subject? - It'll either break him down or not.
- What about to him? I'm gonna need a little bit more time to run some tests before I synthesize.
So No.
- We do it now.
- Fine.
- Where do we begin? - Jacquelyn.
Who's Jacquelyn? - 30 years ago - No! Don't.
Sorry, sir.
It's just It's better if you experience it in the moment.
Don't verbalize.
Now, this should help you feel nice and relaxed.
Once you're semiconscious the electrodes will administer pulses to put you into a hypnotic state.
I'm gonna need some help accessing Jacquelyn.
Mr.
Bristow will speak to you.
He'll administer certain verbal cues, which should bring your mind into the right place.
Good luck.
We are ready to record his experience.
You're on.
Arvin.
I'm going to count back from ten to one.
When I get to one, you'll be in a place where you can tell me about Jacquelyn.
Ten nine eight - What was that? - He's fighting.
He doesn't want to go back.
- Keep going.
- Seven six five four three, two one.
I thought we could take the boat before it gets too cold.
Perhaps some lunch in Bellagio.
What do you think? I like just being here.
You can see the wind in the trees.
- But you should go.
- No.
No.
No, we can sit here for as long as you like.
For as long as you need.
And I promise you, we will get past Jacquelyn.
I don't want to hear that name.
You can't say it, Arvin.
It hurts.
Too much.
Will you promise me that you won't speak her name again? Never say her name.
Let me in, Emily, please.
I'm alone in this, Arvin.
Right now, I am alone.
No.
- Jacquelyn.
- Jacquelyn.
Could she have been a mistress? Please.
- Wait a minute.
Look at this.
- Is he OK? - I don't know.
- Arvin, we're not quite there yet.
You need to go back.
Who was Jacquelyn, Arvin? Go back to when you met her.
You're supposed to be doing exactly nothing.
And that means not gardening.
It's the nesting instinct.
I can't help it.
Emily.
Emily, please.
Please, no more funny names of Italian villages.
We can't have a daughter named Carlotta, Pernabio or Verbina.
Verbina.
Verbina's perfect.
How about Jacquelyn? Jacquelyn.
You like it? Baby Jacquelyn.
Jacquelyn.
I like that.
"Baby Jacquelyn.
" - Dad, did you have any idea? - Sloane's numbers are wild.
His brainwaves are cycling at 14 per second.
He's releasing massive amounts of glycine.
- Bring him out.
- Is there enough to confront the imposter? No, not yet.
Arvin, keep going.
What happened to Jacquelyn? How is she? No.
No.
No.
No, please.
Don't let it It's a mistake, please.
- No, Arvin.
No, no.
- Listen to me.
This was a risky pregnancy.
She fought.
She tried so hard to stay with us.
It was too much.
- Her heart couldn't - No.
No.
My baby.
My baby.
My baby.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Guys, that's it.
We have enough to break down the imposter.
Come with me.
Marshall, bring Sloane out.
Jack, please.
Are you really wasting our time with this? You taught me how to endure torture.
It was your training that enabled me to get through McKenas Cole's needles of fire.
Listen to me, you pathetic freak.
Even if what you're saying was true you can be sure that I kept a few things to myself.
Tell us your name.
My name.
Ned Bolger.
Corporal, US Army.
Serial number 112762.
Where's the orchid? - Who are you? - Corporal, where's the flower? At a warehouse.
Lugano, Switzerland.
Damn you.
I always knew you were a traitor.
You turned me and Sydney.
Please.
Please, don't let him do this.
I am Ned Bolger.
I am from Torch Lake, Michigan.
You can't torture POWs.
Geneva Convention.
Who Who Who am I? Who are you? Who - Who are you? - There's a problem.
It's Sloane.
He's not coming back.
I'm trying to bring him out, but he's fighting it.
I mean, he's supposed to be waking up.
Honey.
Is everything OK? Everything is wonderful.
Look here.
That spike, that's his serotonin release, you know, like a pleasure centre.
It mirrors the exact reaction he had at the time of Emily's pregnancy.
He's there right now.
He's stuck in that state.
- Can't we wake him? - You saw Bolger.
The shock could kill him.
Think in computer terms.
You can't just force "Quit.
" - We have to reboot his brain.
- How? - Beats me.
- What if one of us tried to guide him back the way that Jack was able to prompt some of my father's memories? It could work.
But it also could kill him, you know - Serotonin overload.
I mean, he could die of happiness.
Literally.
- You have a better idea? - No.
Let's get started.
He can hear you now.
Hi, Dad.
- Keep going.
- Dad, it's me, Nadia.
Your daughter.
You know that nice lady in the little store in town - Angelina? She told me that she didn't approve of the way I was dressing Jacquelyn.
Dad.
- Who's that? - She's a very lovely girl.
She's my She's my Nadia.
You can't stay here, Dad.
I'm sorry.
- I'm happy here.
- You may be, but your work isn't done.
What a beautiful girl you are.
How proud you make me.
But I can't come with you.
The terrible things I've done.
That's why you have to.
Why don't you stay here with us? Stay here with us, Nadia.
Stay with us, darling.
Family.
Emily and Jacquelyn are gone, and you have to let them go.
I will never let them go again.
No.
They're already gone.
What did you do? I was a good man, once.
Now I'm a monster.
And monsters cannot be allowed in this world.
Yes, you were once a good man.
I believe it.
And you can be again.
But you have to undo what you've set in motion.
- You have not earned the right to rest.
- I'm tired, Nadia.
I am tired.
And I am ashamed.
Then there's hope.
Come back and redeem yourself.
It's so beautiful here.
But it's not real.
Be brave.
Come back with me.
Show me who you are deep down.
I believe in you.
Please, do not betray that belief.
Do not betray it again.
Goodbye.
No.
Don't go.
Dad! Dad.
First time I heard the name Rambaldi I was working with the army corps of engineers.
It meant nothing to me - his life, his works.
It was simply a curiosity.
Something I quickly set aside.
And then, when we lost Jacquelyn When Emily lost the baby I felt utterly abandoned.
One night I came across some of his writings that I had stored in a drawer.
And somehow it filled a hole in my heart.
Oddly, it wasn't until I saw him that I realized how much of myself I had lost.
I am going to rectify this, Jack.
I will clean up this mess that I have made.
- I'd like to believe that, Arvin.
- But you can't.
I've heard it before.
Well, Jack, all I can say is I'm trying.
And every day it's a struggle.
Every day.
Sloane.
Welcome to Monte Inferno Monastery of the Vespertine order.
- Thank you.
- You will forgive us our cautions.
Of course.
Hunting season? Come.
Father Kampinski is waiting.
- Mr.
Sloane.
- Father Kampinski.
Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.
What can I do for you, Mr.
Sloane? Our institute is mandated to develop measures to counter terrorism.
We have, of course, heard about the work you've done here and wanted to perhaps Our bees are not for sale.
Of course they're not.
What we wanted was your knowledge.
Not your insects, per se.
I understand you've bred the aggression out of them.
This is not strictly true.
The aggression is there.
The need for it, happily, is not.
Come, Mr.
Sloane.
I'll show you.
The truth is, these bees have an exceptionally venomous sting.
They're very hard to antagonize.
They choose productivity over aggression which is why we're able to work among the apiaries without protective garments.
- Remarkable.
- There is so very much we can learn from these exquisite beings.
- Fascinating.
- They're imbued with a kind of grace.
- Unlike so many humans.
- And you've achieved that grace.
How? At Monte Inferno, we're dedicated to the marriage of supposed opposites.
Man and his science, God and his miracles coming together for the profit of all.
Just think about it.
The right blend of genetic engineering dietetic supplements, behavior modification, and - You could create a new species.
- No, my son.
Merely a better bee.
One closer to God's grand design.
We even have the ability to control their body temperatures make the bees work harder, longer, more in sync.
All for the common good.
Extraordinary.
Paphiopedilum Khan.
The rarest of lady's-slipper orchid species, generally thought to be extinct.
- Not exactly.
A close cousin.
- No.
This is the genuine article.
Brought here to Italy from China by Marco Polo in 1269.
- A gift from Kublai Khan.
- What do you want? If I might I'd like to spend a little time here.
Examine your historical papers.
- Take a cutting of your orchid.
- A cutting? For 50 million dollars deposited to your accounts in Vanuatu and Samoa.
Yes, it's true I have a little put away for a rainy day.
But the fact is, I'm uninterested in money.
I'm a man of God, not a merchant.
In my experience Father the two are hardly mutually exclusive.
Sorry you came all this way for nothing.
No.
I'm the one who's sorry.
I'm coming home.
Plan B.
Please.
Help me.
Certainly.
Antivenom.
Enough to give you a shot at actually surviving.
But first, the Rambaldi orchid formulas, which you used on your bees.
You go to hell.
You first.
- Now, keep both arms up, like this - Yes, I know.
I know.
You tell me every day, thank you.
- They treat you like an idiot.
- Keep them up, Dad.
It's for your own good.
Dr.
Liddell said to follow procedure to the letter if you wanna make a full recovery.
I never thanked you for what you did in helping to find Liddell.
You don't have to.
That other charade.
You pretending to be your mother.
Whose idea was that? Sloane's.
You were living in 1981.
You were delusional.
It was the only way we could get you to reveal Liddell's whereabouts.
You told her, Dad.
You told Mom you were a CIA agent.
You broke protocol.
That's how she stole agency secrets.
I'm putting these down.
You also said you were thinking about resigning from the CIA.
You would have, right, Dad? If she hadn't left.
I didn't like being away all the time.
Not being a part of your life.
You're part of it now.
- They're ready for the briefing.
- Thank you.
We're coming.
Yesterday, a rare orchid was stolen from the Monte Inferno monastery in Umbria.
Satellite photos confirm it's the same man we encountered in Santiago.
The man who claims to be me.
Details are in your briefing folders.
- What's special about the orchid? - It has chemical properties which heighten receptivity in neural pathways.
We assume.
Well, we don't know, really.
Nobody in the scientific community has laid eyes on it for centuries.
We have been asked to recover it.
Find the imposter.
Get the orchid.
I want a plan on my desk by 2200.
That's it.
Arvin.
A word.
Of course.
You said it was harmless, this could never happen.
I didn't know.
I never imagined the effects of the orchid could be reversed.
No.
But somebody did.
Let's not overreact, Jack.
What we saw, the effect of the Mueller device was a demonstration on insects, not on humans.
We are staring at the potential for global disaster in no small part because of what you've put in place.
Don't you think I realize the responsibility I bear? We need to find the orchid, Jack.
Not waste time arguing over what we can't change.
recovered the orchid in that time I'm going to Langley with this.
- It'll mean the end of you, Arvin.
- You too, Jack.
I know.
The Italian police dead-ended on both vehicles.
Satellite surveillance was a bust.
Echelon's bone-dry.
Our Sloane clone has vanished into the ether.
- Back to square one.
- Not exactly.
If we can't find him, we'll make him find us.
The Vespertine Papers.
Rambaldi texts that refer to our stolen orchid.
- Rumor is they were destroyed.
- You wanna bring them out of hiding.
Leak dummy intel that they were found in Father Kampinski's personal belongings.
- The DSR could loan us some documents.
- Set it up as an auction.
I have a contact at a Paris antiquities house.
- Smile and look like a lot of money.
- Dollars or euros? Euros, definitely.
Mark Mullens from the Carolina Institute.
Just sign there.
Thank you.
- Evergreen, you are on the air.
- Uplinking to APO.
- I'd love to be there.
- The imposter's seen you before.
- I know.
Just - Nadia will do fine.
Let's hope so.
Sold for five million euros to the man in the gray flannel suit.
Our next item, lot 47, is a last-minute addition.
The Vespertine Papers.
All interested bidders should take a few moments to examine the documents.
Look, but please do not touch.
Let's see who takes the bait.
- Identity? - Toshiro Takenada.
Wealthy Rambaldi collector from Kyoto.
Efraim Dousseau 'Ngumbe.
Dilettante.
Far more money than vision.
Remarkable.
- I've never seen her before.
- Evergreen, get a look at her name tag.
- "Pamela McNabb.
Stanwyck Institute.
" - Yowzer.
- Easy.
- We can't appreciate beautiful things? You're right.
Watch TV.
Can't touch the knobs.
It's a dummy corp.
McNabb's a phony.
We will start the bidding at two million euros.
I have two million.
Do I hear two five? Two five.
Do I have three million? Four million? Six million? Nine million? - Ten million? - Our girl stopped bidding.
Something went wrong.
Merlin.
McNabb's cell phone.
I'm all over it.
Scanning to get a GSM source.
The conversation's encrypted.
Eleven five? - McNabb's on the move.
- Stop her.
- Copy that.
- 12 million? - Suppose she's not working for him? - No, it's her.
- Why leave? - I would only stop bidding if I was certain I could recover the papers through other means.
- She's a decoy.
Check the papers.
- Copy that.
Evergreen, forget about her.
The papers are gone.
Out the back.
Marcus.
What a surprise.
- We got him.
- Good work.
Bring him home.
We'll make him tell us where the orchid is.
Jack.
- Of course, I should have known.
- You know me? What? Of course I know you.
- And me? - What about you? Do you know me? - No.
- I'm Arvin Sloane.
I see.
This is your idea, Jack.
Play with my sense of reality.
I don't know what you're talking about.
- I've never met you.
- It's not gonna work.
Shall we state this for the record? I am Arvin Sloane.
Posing as Arvin Sloane you recently stole a rare orchid from the Monte Inferno monastery.
Your masquerade is over.
You've been caught.
What happens next? You deprive me of food? Try to alter my sense of time? Childish attempts to break me down.
You, Jack, of all people, should know that.
- Who are you? - Who am I? Belize.
For 72 hours, we were stuck in a safe house questioning a revolutionary.
And after you cut off How many fingers was it? Eight.
he told us what we wanted.
Only you and I know that.
We left it off the after-action report.
How desperate the company must be to play this pitiable mind game.
To think you could call this actor, this clown, Arvin Sloane and make me doubt my own identity.
How do you account for the fact that in the recent past this man created and ran an international relief agency called Omnifam? The world knows his face as Arvin Sloane.
He's a CIA stooge with my good looks.
And I can prove it.
The affair in Santiago.
I noticed that both Marcus Dixon and Sydney Bristow were in on that mission.
It beggars reason to believe that these same two agents would ever agree to work for the man who killed their loved ones.
What's the most logical scenario? That I'm the imposter? Or that you are? Weird.
Unless you have something to offer, start cutting off my fingers or kindly call my lawyer.
- Marshall would like to see you.
- Tell him I say hello.
Try not to kill him.
- What have we got? - I think you should see for yourself.
- What am I looking at? - These are the imposter's EEG readings.
His brain activity.
Every individual has a unique brain-pattern signature.
Take a look at this other one.
- They're identical.
- Exactly.
- Whose EEG is this? - It's weird.
These are from the database.
This is Arvin Sloane.
The real Sloane.
Our Sloane.
These two men share identical brains? For all intents and purposes, well, yes.
I mean, this man is Arvin Sloane.
- At least, his brain is.
- How's that possible? Back at SD-6, I worked on a project that focused on brain imprinting.
- Engram encoding.
- That program was run out of Psy Ops.
- By McCullough.
- Who's McCullough? Calvin McCullough, senior partner at SD-6.
Headed the psychological warfare and operations division.
Among the numerous programs he oversaw was something called Project Brainstorm.
Its purpose, to explore experimental technologies to aid in interrogation, brainwashing, the creation of sleeper agents as well as the transfer of memories from one subject to another.
We think this man was made to believe he's Sloane.
Not just to believe, but to act.
He shares the same desires, which explains his pursuit of Rambaldi artifacts.
If you think about it, this guy's been two steps ahead of us the entire time.
He thinks like you.
He knows your strategies, your playbooks.
Your secrets.
When we were in Santiago going after Sloane Clone the first time you knew the access code to his facility - " Jacquelyn.
" I have no reference for that.
It just came to me.
Probably because it's buried deep inside your subconscious.
Which also means it's buried inside his.
But these were experimental technologies at the time.
Someone continued McCullough's research after SD-6 was taken down.
McCullough was tipped off.
He evaded capture.
- Who tipped him? - I did.
I owed him a favor.
One he clearly didn't return to me.
If McCullough is holding the strings, we may have a lead.
- I have a good idea where he might be.
- I'll put Dixon and Vaughn on him.
In the meantime, we continue the interrogation here.
- I see you're enjoying your retirement.
- Don't mind if we join you, do you? It's been a long time, Mr.
Dixon.
To what do I owe the pleasure of your company? Arvin Sloane sent us.
The real Arvin Sloane.
Tell us where the orchid is, and we might be able to cut you a deal.
I don't know where it is.
If you don't wanna spend the rest of your life in prison I suggest you start cooperating with us now.
And I'm telling you, I don't have the answers you're looking for.
You used Project Brainstorm technology to make that man believe he's Arvin Sloane.
- I'm not denying that.
- You had him acquire the orchid for you.
Where is it? Yes.
I made him believe he's Sloane.
But I did too good a job.
He double-crossed me, and kept the orchid for himself.
Just like Arvin would have done.
You're lying.
I'm beyond lying.
All that really matters now is that my employer would never let me live long enough to be interrogated and that, right now I have 300mgs of cyanide coursing though my veins.
- The coffee.
- I'll get an ambulance.
Una ambulancia.
Who are you working for? Tell Arvin I'm I'm so happy to see you, Sydney.
Good.
I have only one question to ask you.
Where's the orchid? Four years is a long time not to see someone you love.
- It appears you've done well.
- If you tell me where to find the orchid I'll be happy to continue this farce.
Otherwise Are you sure that's what you want, Sydney? Think about it.
There are so many things you could ask of me.
Why not choose one that matters? Such as? The re-engineering of the evolution of the species.
You found an application for a Rambaldi formula.
Finally.
I'm the first to admit that some of Rambaldi's quests occasionally degenerated into sheer folly but not this one.
- Go on.
- The work we did.
The work you do now.
Taking down bad guys, putting out fires.
You're a beat cop.
Not making a dent.
You've gotta go to the source.
Human nature itself.
Where we are headed.
What will become of human beings? You wanna change the world? You wanna really deal in the vanquishing of evil and the ascendancy of good? - Well, I'm yourguy.
- You're telling me you're a good guy? - Work with me.
- This work.
It involves genetics and bioengineering? In part.
A vulgarian would use the word "mutate," but it has such negative connotations.
- "Mutate?" Into what? - Ostensibly into a more evolved less aggressive being.
More cooperative, calmer.
Easier to control.
Like the bees at the monastery.
You turned them into killers.
The bees were a test.
I wanted to see if what goes down could come up.
Come on, Sydney.
How many wars were there last century? How many people died in those wars through genocide or political repression? We're We're disgusting, humans.
Do we learn from grace or beauty or what we call God? - What were you gonna do about it? - Suppose one could administer a formula to the general population that would quietly alter our brain chemistry exponentially expanding our capacity for qualities like empathy and harmonic coexistence.
This formula.
How would you administer it? Nothing could be more simple.
Do you have any idea how many additives are in our drinking water? If I could undo what I did, I would.
The truth is, through Omnifam, I introduced a combination of substances into water supplies throughout the world.
It was my intent, based on Rambaldi's formulas to create a more peaceful species.
To breed the aggression out of the population, like the monks with the bees.
- We don't have time for rationalizations.
- No.
Excuse me.
I'm assuming that you failed, right? Yes, I failed.
I didn't have the orchid.
I attempted to artificially manufacture its nectar.
Your imposter has the orchid.
He doesn't need to acquire any of the other substances you mentioned.
All he has to do is put the nectar into the water you contaminated.
- You loaded the gun.
- That's right.
How many people are we talking about? How many people drank the water? Somewhere between three and four hundred million.
- What? - Assuming the imposter's organization is already harvesting the chemical from inside the orchid I suggest we don't waste time on accusations right now.
What are the options? Dixon and Vaughn are uplinking McCullough's files.
There might be a lead in there.
Divide it up.
See what you can find.
I'd like to talk to you.
I saw it on your face.
You knew.
You knew what he did, and you ignored it.
- Why? - Sydney.
- He's sick.
Can't you see? - He was at the height of his obsession but he abandoned his scheme.
- You still trust him.
- When he laid the seeds for this he thought he was doing good.
He didn't see this as a trigger for global genocide.
So he's a delusional megalomaniac with benign intentions? What Sloane did cannot be undone.
To alert the public would be worse than useless.
It would create worldwide panic.
We need that flower.
Which we could have recovered long ago, and turned over to the DSR.
But we didn't, because you sat on what you knew.
Which makes you as guilty as he is.
- Yes? - I've found something.
From what I got from McCullough's files SD-6 performed detailed brain scans on Sloane.
McCullough then recreated Sloane's brain digitally, and then uploaded it to this guy.
I mean, those files, they're ingrained deep.
Which leaves us very few options.
He'll never give us the location of the orchid as long as he believes he's me.
That's right.
We'll have to shock it out of him.
Split it off from his dual persona, and get his real personality to tell us where it is.
- Are we talking shock therapy? - Not in the traditional sense.
According to research, reliving a painful memory will literally shake his moorings.
But it has to be something really bad.
It can't be Hypnotic regression.
Take him back to a point in the past your past, and make him recall the memory.
Arvin Clone, he'll probably resist that.
You would have to relive a painful memory.
And then record it, using McCullough's technology.
And then upload it to Sloane Two.
It's like a switch.
One second he's Arvin Clone and then - Shazam - He's himself again.
- What are the risks? - To the subject? - It'll either break him down or not.
- What about to him? I'm gonna need a little bit more time to run some tests before I synthesize.
So No.
- We do it now.
- Fine.
- Where do we begin? - Jacquelyn.
Who's Jacquelyn? - 30 years ago - No! Don't.
Sorry, sir.
It's just It's better if you experience it in the moment.
Don't verbalize.
Now, this should help you feel nice and relaxed.
Once you're semiconscious the electrodes will administer pulses to put you into a hypnotic state.
I'm gonna need some help accessing Jacquelyn.
Mr.
Bristow will speak to you.
He'll administer certain verbal cues, which should bring your mind into the right place.
Good luck.
We are ready to record his experience.
You're on.
Arvin.
I'm going to count back from ten to one.
When I get to one, you'll be in a place where you can tell me about Jacquelyn.
Ten nine eight - What was that? - He's fighting.
He doesn't want to go back.
- Keep going.
- Seven six five four three, two one.
I thought we could take the boat before it gets too cold.
Perhaps some lunch in Bellagio.
What do you think? I like just being here.
You can see the wind in the trees.
- But you should go.
- No.
No.
No, we can sit here for as long as you like.
For as long as you need.
And I promise you, we will get past Jacquelyn.
I don't want to hear that name.
You can't say it, Arvin.
It hurts.
Too much.
Will you promise me that you won't speak her name again? Never say her name.
Let me in, Emily, please.
I'm alone in this, Arvin.
Right now, I am alone.
No.
- Jacquelyn.
- Jacquelyn.
Could she have been a mistress? Please.
- Wait a minute.
Look at this.
- Is he OK? - I don't know.
- Arvin, we're not quite there yet.
You need to go back.
Who was Jacquelyn, Arvin? Go back to when you met her.
You're supposed to be doing exactly nothing.
And that means not gardening.
It's the nesting instinct.
I can't help it.
Emily.
Emily, please.
Please, no more funny names of Italian villages.
We can't have a daughter named Carlotta, Pernabio or Verbina.
Verbina.
Verbina's perfect.
How about Jacquelyn? Jacquelyn.
You like it? Baby Jacquelyn.
Jacquelyn.
I like that.
"Baby Jacquelyn.
" - Dad, did you have any idea? - Sloane's numbers are wild.
His brainwaves are cycling at 14 per second.
He's releasing massive amounts of glycine.
- Bring him out.
- Is there enough to confront the imposter? No, not yet.
Arvin, keep going.
What happened to Jacquelyn? How is she? No.
No.
No.
No, please.
Don't let it It's a mistake, please.
- No, Arvin.
No, no.
- Listen to me.
This was a risky pregnancy.
She fought.
She tried so hard to stay with us.
It was too much.
- Her heart couldn't - No.
No.
My baby.
My baby.
My baby.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Guys, that's it.
We have enough to break down the imposter.
Come with me.
Marshall, bring Sloane out.
Jack, please.
Are you really wasting our time with this? You taught me how to endure torture.
It was your training that enabled me to get through McKenas Cole's needles of fire.
Listen to me, you pathetic freak.
Even if what you're saying was true you can be sure that I kept a few things to myself.
Tell us your name.
My name.
Ned Bolger.
Corporal, US Army.
Serial number 112762.
Where's the orchid? - Who are you? - Corporal, where's the flower? At a warehouse.
Lugano, Switzerland.
Damn you.
I always knew you were a traitor.
You turned me and Sydney.
Please.
Please, don't let him do this.
I am Ned Bolger.
I am from Torch Lake, Michigan.
You can't torture POWs.
Geneva Convention.
Who Who Who am I? Who are you? Who - Who are you? - There's a problem.
It's Sloane.
He's not coming back.
I'm trying to bring him out, but he's fighting it.
I mean, he's supposed to be waking up.
Honey.
Is everything OK? Everything is wonderful.
Look here.
That spike, that's his serotonin release, you know, like a pleasure centre.
It mirrors the exact reaction he had at the time of Emily's pregnancy.
He's there right now.
He's stuck in that state.
- Can't we wake him? - You saw Bolger.
The shock could kill him.
Think in computer terms.
You can't just force "Quit.
" - We have to reboot his brain.
- How? - Beats me.
- What if one of us tried to guide him back the way that Jack was able to prompt some of my father's memories? It could work.
But it also could kill him, you know - Serotonin overload.
I mean, he could die of happiness.
Literally.
- You have a better idea? - No.
Let's get started.
He can hear you now.
Hi, Dad.
- Keep going.
- Dad, it's me, Nadia.
Your daughter.
You know that nice lady in the little store in town - Angelina? She told me that she didn't approve of the way I was dressing Jacquelyn.
Dad.
- Who's that? - She's a very lovely girl.
She's my She's my Nadia.
You can't stay here, Dad.
I'm sorry.
- I'm happy here.
- You may be, but your work isn't done.
What a beautiful girl you are.
How proud you make me.
But I can't come with you.
The terrible things I've done.
That's why you have to.
Why don't you stay here with us? Stay here with us, Nadia.
Stay with us, darling.
Family.
Emily and Jacquelyn are gone, and you have to let them go.
I will never let them go again.
No.
They're already gone.
What did you do? I was a good man, once.
Now I'm a monster.
And monsters cannot be allowed in this world.
Yes, you were once a good man.
I believe it.
And you can be again.
But you have to undo what you've set in motion.
- You have not earned the right to rest.
- I'm tired, Nadia.
I am tired.
And I am ashamed.
Then there's hope.
Come back and redeem yourself.
It's so beautiful here.
But it's not real.
Be brave.
Come back with me.
Show me who you are deep down.
I believe in you.
Please, do not betray that belief.
Do not betray it again.
Goodbye.
No.
Don't go.
Dad! Dad.
First time I heard the name Rambaldi I was working with the army corps of engineers.
It meant nothing to me - his life, his works.
It was simply a curiosity.
Something I quickly set aside.
And then, when we lost Jacquelyn When Emily lost the baby I felt utterly abandoned.
One night I came across some of his writings that I had stored in a drawer.
And somehow it filled a hole in my heart.
Oddly, it wasn't until I saw him that I realized how much of myself I had lost.
I am going to rectify this, Jack.
I will clean up this mess that I have made.
- I'd like to believe that, Arvin.
- But you can't.
I've heard it before.
Well, Jack, all I can say is I'm trying.
And every day it's a struggle.
Every day.