Alias

(Marshall identifies Peyton on security footage) Marshall: Anyway, this woman here, that's who I think works for Dean. Jack: You think? Based on what? Your pen-pal?

Sydney: I want to tell you a story, stop me if I get something wrong. You were approached in college, some place public, in a quarter or walking to class. A man asked you if you wanted to serve your country, when he told you it was for the CIA you just- you couldn't believe it… but you took the tests, they were easy for you, they made you feel good about yourself. You probably started work at a false front, some phantom company that had you doing entry level analysis. Maybe you wondered why you were never sent to Langley, maybe you wondered why you weren't being trained with other recruits. When you got promoted… you met the director of your division, Gordon Dean, he offered you a position on his team… Dean took you under his wing. He convinced you that you were so important, you just had to be out there, helping him save the world... how am I doing? Rachel: You read my file. Sydney: No, I didn't. Thirteen years ago, the same thing happened to me... only I had been lied to. What I was told was the CIA was in reality a criminal organization. I think you've been told the same lie.

Sydney: You're scared. You should be. No one is coming to rescue you. Rachel: I am an operative for the US Government, so unless you want to start a war with the CIA I would suggest-- Sydney: Here's your next problem, Rachel: we're CIA. Rachel: Well, then this must be some . . . big misunderstanding. If you're CIA, we're on the same side. Sydney: (to Grace) Call Langley and verify her story. Rachel: You can't. We're off-book, black ops. Langley won't verify us. Sydney: Well, that's convenient.

(Marshall gives Rachel a storage chip disguised as a credit card) Rachel: It's clever. Marshall: Yeah... you know, I want to tell you that I've... been admiring you too. (Rachel looks up) Marshall: Eh.. not, you know, in the kinda creepy weird... just totally professionally. I mean, your hack in the NSA... genius. Too bad it was being used for evil, though... been there myself.

Marshall: That's a nerve agent, called substance 33. It was developed by the Russians during the Cold War. Remarkable Stuff. You know, in a end-of-civilization sort of way.