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| Masquerade |
| Episode 18: Masquerade ________________ [Jack's car, it's pouring outside.] Sydney: Thank you for what you did. Jack: Don't thank me. Devlin said that they're focusing their investigation where it should have been all along. Instead of persecuting you, they're searching for your mother. Sydney: But they were convinced she was dead. Jack: No. While you were in Italy I did something I've never done before. I violated the CIA's trust. I broke into Langley's classified archives. I pulled the operational file on your mother to see if I could find anything that might prove you intuition correct apparently after her accident an internal commission was formed to assess the damage she'd done to United States intelligence. The commission was comprised of people I'd worked with since I joined the agency, but one name stood out in particular. [Sloane's office.] Jack: Twenty years ago back at the CIA, you were on a commission that investigated Laura's death, and when I heard that I couldn't imagine why you never told me. Unless... the commission discovered something it didn't want me to know about. Laura didn't die in the accident, did she? [Back to Jack's car] Jack: Given my state at the time, they thought it best that I wasn't told. They don't know what happened to her, where she went, she could still be in this country for all they know. Sydney: Dad, I'm gonna find her. I have to. Jack: [Voice rises] Searching for that women will accomplish nothing! No good can come from it. Sydney: I need to know where she is. Jack: Sydney, we don't even know if she's still alive. Sydney: I know. Jack: Even if she is, it doesn't change what she did. Sydney: Dad I know. Jack: Do expect her just to say, "I'm sorry"? Sydney: I don't know what to expect yet Dad! Jack: [Almost yelling now] Well you had better know, EXACTLY what to expect. [His voice cracks when he says this] What could she ever say, that would satisfy you? [Sydney just looks at him] **INSERT HUG HERE** Voice over. Sydney lying in bed. Sydney: I have this memory of my father. I was maybe 5 yrs old, we were camping with my mother, I broke my leg and he picked me up and carried me miles back to the car. I remember looking up at him and thinking he was the strongest man in the world. [Picks up her phone, dials Vaughn, cut to garage, meeting with Vaughn.] Seeing him there in the car, looking so...damaged...I've never seen him like that, the idea that I want to find my mother, it scares him. Vaughn: Well I don't exactly have a neutral point of view on the subject of your mother. Sydney: I know...and maybe I'm being reckless, or selfish, or masachistic, but if my mother is alive I just have to know that. Can you help me get everything the CIA's got on her? Vaughn: Actually I can't..all information concerning her has been classified Omega 17, including her connections to the Rambaldi prophecy. |