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Sydney: Wait. I have questions for you.
Khasinau: You can ask my boss.
Sydney: Your boss? I thought The Man was the boss.
Khasinau: Yes. Yes, but I am not The Man.
(A woman enters and stands in front of Sydney.)
The Man: I have waited almost thirty years for this.
Sydney: Mom?
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Sydney: Hi. How did you find me?
Vaughn: You told me a couple of months ago that when you feel the need to disappear, you go to the observatory. But the observatory was closed. And then I remembered you said the pier calms you down. But you weren't there. And you weren't at the bluffs and the palisades, either.
Sydney: You didn't really go to all those places.
Vaughn: Yeah, I did. And then I remembered you liked the train station, too. Normal people going to their normal jobs.
Sydney: I can't believe you remember that.
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Abigail: It's been six days. Will warned me something might happen. He didn't even turn up to his own awards dinner. Called his friends, they haven't heard from him either. Are you going to publish his story?
June Litvack: Yeah. In the "A" section. I have to tell Deitrick that this is coming in. Call Orsay in graphics, get a photo of Will!
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Vaughn: What I said was I feel I have an understanding of Sydney Bristow and that she doesn't just accept problems, she tries to fix them.
Haladki: And that perhaps Ms. Bristow and her father are trying to secure release of Mr. Tippin on their own?
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Dixon: Marshall, can you remember back to the Aconcagua operation? Sydney's code name?
Marshall: Miss Bristow? It was, uh, Bluebird.
Dixon: Bluebird. So it wasn't Freelancer?
Marshall: Freelancer? No, no, it was Bluebird. Definitely.
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Jack: Khasinau knew about the safehouse. He must have someone on the inside.
Sydney: I know.
Jack: As long as there's a mole at the CIA, you can't tell Vaughn a thing. Not that you've been contacted, or that you and I have spoken.
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(Jack and Sark at Will's exchange)
Sark: Jack Bristow, doing his daughter's work. There was speculation that you might make an appearance tonight.
Jack: If you're not comfortable with me we can wave our business for the night and say good bye.
Sark: Are you comfortable? Do you feel comfortable trading priceless documents for a low grade reporter?
Jack: You should read Tippin's stuff, it's not so bad.
Sark: Let's see the artifacts.
Jack: Let's see Tippin.
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(Will stabs Suit and Glasses in the neck with a needle)
Will: One in five, you little bitch! ONE IN FIVE!
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Dixon: How am I supposed to know what you believe when you've been lying to me? I'm your partner!
Sydney: Just think about this for a minute. Just think about everything we've been through. Just think about who I am. Now, what I am going to ask you to do is just accept the fact that I cannot tell you what this is about. What I am doing is classified but Dixon... I swear to you that I am not betraying this country. I could never do that. You know that!
Dixon: I don't need rhetoric, Sydney. Right now, I need a reason not to report you to security section.
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(After whirling a drill in Will's mouth)
Suit and Glasses: You had a cavity.