[Enter: Sydney's apartment; she is busy over a boiling pot of pasta; there's a knock on the door]
Sydney: {calling out} Come in!
[Weiss opens the door; he's carrying a bag]
Weiss: Hey, Syd, I brought some wine. I hope that's okay.
Sydney: {laughing and trying to alleviate some tension} That's great. I better watch my intake though, we both know how I get.
Weiss: Yeah, I guess we do.
Sydney: {suddenly feeling very uncomfortable} I just have to finish boiling the pasta and then supper will be ready. Just make yourself at home.
[Weiss nods and takes his coat off before going to sit down on Sydney's couch]
Sydney: Dinner's ready!
Weiss: Smells wonderful.
[They sit down at the small table in Syd's kitchen/dining room; they're both silent]
Sydney: Weiss, are we going to talk about what happened last night?
Weiss: I don't know what to say about it, Syd. I don't even know what I feel about it.
Sydney: I don't know how it would ever be able to work, Weiss. There's so much...so many things that could go wrong...so many people we could hurt.
Weiss: Mike.
Sydney: Not just Vaughn, Weiss.
Weiss: But mostly him. I get it, Syd, I really do. I was there when you two first met, it will always be him.
Sydney: Eric—
Weiss: Syd, it's fine, I really do understand. We make better friends anyway. Can you really imagine us...as a couple?
Sydney: {smiling sadly} For a moment I could...and then reality fled back into my thoughts.
Weiss: Reality can be a bitch.
Sydney: {chuckling} You're telling me!
[Sydney reaches over to grab Weiss' hand]
Sydney: So, we're good?
Weiss: Of course.
[They smile at eachother and go back to eating]
[Enter: CIA Operations Center Op Tech Room]
Marshall: For the most part this mission should be easy compared to the last one in Amsterdam, well other than the fact that you may have a run-in with Sark. Basically all you need is this little metal detector, your mics and a map of the catacombs.
Sydney: That's all? A metal detector, mics and a map?
Marshall: Yeah, boring I know. But the catacombs are dark and hard to navigate so there'll be at least a little excitement thrown in, not Superbowl excitement, or 'Hey, I'm meeting Jonathan Frakes excitement'...but excitement.
Sydney: So, is that all?
Marshall: {sounding disappointed} Yeah, I think so.
Sydney: Thanks, Marshall.
Marshall: Oh, hey, did I show you what I made for Mitchell?
Sydney: {smiling} I don't think so.
Marshall: It's a music box, but it's not just a music box it responds to the sounds he's making and changes accordingly. So say he's happy {Marshall coos like a baby} it continues to play that song, but if he's sad {Marshall starts wailing like a baby} it switches to a more comforting song. {a lullaby begins to play}
Sydney: Wow, Marshall that is very cool. Anyway, I need to go find my dad, he needed to talk to me about something.
Marshall: Oh, of course, sorry.
Sydney: No problem, Marshall.
[Enter: Operations Centre parking lot]
Sydney: Hi, Dad, you needed to see me about something?
Jack: Yes. Sydney, I began checking up on Lauren after you told me about your encounter involving she and Mr. Sark. She has a number of untraceable phone calls on her list. Now, while these very well could be NSC calls the volume is rather surprising.
Sydney: Dad, we have to report this. This is serious.
Jack: No, we most certainly do not have to report this, Sydney. First of all, this is in no way evidence that would stand up anywhere without your report of the encounter you had, which I'm sorry, is not going to be trustworthy in this case. Second of all, Ms. Reed is very pregnant, and is having a very difficult pregnancy and there is no reason to upset her or Agent Vaughn with this at this moment.
Sydney: But...this is important, Dad. What if she's working for The Covenant? Then what? Dad, that means that she's the mole, she's leaking all of the information.
Jack: I understand your concerns, Sydney, but at this point there is simply nothing we can do about it. I will continue to keep an eye on the situation.
Sydney: {sighing deeply} Okay, Dad, thanks.
[Enter: Parisian Catacombs]
Sydney: Okay, Weiss, talk to me.
Weiss: Hearing you loud and clear, Syd.
Sydney: I'm on my way.
[Sydney sloshes through the murky catacombs]
Sydney: Weiss, where am I supposed to be?
Weiss: You're good Syd, just keep walking straight ahead.
[Sydney shines her flashlight straight ahead, seeing nothing but endless miles of dirty underground and skeletons]
Sydney: Weiss?
[Sydney waits for Weiss to respond]
Sydney: Weiss?....ERIC?? SHIT!
[Suddenly Sydney sees someone stepping out of the seemingly endless darkness]
Sark: Tsk tsk, Miss Bristow, such language.
Sydney: Sark!
Sark: Well, it's certainly inspiring to know that you've managed to remember me.
Sydney: Yeah, like I would forget you.
Sark: That is indeed very encouraging, Sydney. I've noticed you don't seem entirely surprised at my prescence.
Sydney: That would be because I'm not surprised to see you here. The CIA isn't inept, Sark.
Sark: Yes, well, you could have fooled me on more than one occasion. Tell me, Sydney, you wouldn't happen to be looking for this, would you?
[Sydney watched as Sark extracted the Rambaldi device from his coat pocket]
Sydney: You know why I'm here, Sark. Don't play games with me.
Sark: Well, are you going to try and retrieve it from me?
[Sydney pulls out her pistol and points it at him]
Sark: Now, now, Sydney, we both know you aren't going to shoot me.
Sydney: You don't know me as well as you'd like to think.
Sark: Oh, don't I?
[Sydney cocks the gun]
Sydney: No, I don't believe you do, Mr. Sark.
[Before Sydney could even react Sark had his gun trained on her as well]
Sark: Actually, I beg to differ.
[Sark begins walking towards Sydney]
Sydney: Don't come any closer, Sark.
[Sark ignoring her continues to swagger his way nearer to her]
Sydney: I am very serious, Sark, keep your distance.
[Sark continues to walk]
Sark: Sydney, you try so very hard to be intimidating.
[Before Sark can react Sydney has kicked his pistol out of his hand, his face briefly registers shock before he thrusts Sydney up against the walls of the catacombs]
Sark: Nice move, Sydney, but I would think you had learned your lesson about letting down your guard.
Sydney: Let me go you bastard!
Sark: I don't think I'm quite done with you yet.
[Sark crushes his lips against Sydney's, she struggles against him then finally succumbs to the kiss, she runs her tongue over his lips before pushing it into his mouth. Sydney raises her leg, running it along his then slamming her heel into his instep, she now has him off balance, spinning around and delivers a swift kick to the side of his head. Sark falls to the ground dazed as Sydney bends over and retrieves the Rambaldi device from him]
Sydney: Mr. Sark, I really thought you had learned your lesson about letting your guard down.
[Sydney cracks her pistol against his temple, knocking him out; she runs out of the catacombs]
Sydney: Weiss, I'll meet you at La Chatte Noire.
Weiss: Why are you meeting me at a club?
Sydney: Because, Weiss, I need a drink.
Weiss: Are you okay, Syd?
Sydney: Yeah, I'm fine.
[Enter: La Chatte Noire, a very seedy club. Half naked, sometimes all naked, dancers in cages scattered all around the room, lights pulsing to an almost painful degree. Sydney spots Weiss sitting at the bar on the wall at the back of the club she makes her way over to him.]
Sydney: Barman, m'obtenir une vodka, droite en haut.
[Weiss glances over at Sydney, noticing her tight, leather mini-skirt]
Weiss: You look nice, Syd, dressing the part?
Sydney: Just thought I should blend in with the crowd, no sense in drawing unneeded, and unwanted attention.
[Weiss looks at her, raising an eyebrow, as the bartender slides Sydney's drink to her]
Weiss: Seriously, are you okay? You seem...out of it.
Sydney: I'm fine.
Weiss: Did you get the piece?
Sydney: Yeah, it's safely secured in my hotel room.
Weiss: Syd, did something happen down in the catacombs?
[Weiss notices Sydney swallowing hard]
Sydney: I had a run in with Sark, nothing I couldn't handle.
[Weiss nods, knowing better than to push the issue]
[Enter: Operations Centre hallway, Sydney is walking towards the elevator when Jack walks up behind her]
Jack: Sydney, I need to talk to you.
Sydney: {nodding} Okay, let's talk in the elevator.
[They both step into the elevator; Sydney reaches to push the button to take them to the parking garage]
Jack: I think you should go to Lauren's baby shower.
Sydney: Are you crazy? WHY should I go to HER baby shower?
Jack: Sydney, calm down. I feel it would be very beneficial to see how she interacts with her friends, and to see who her friends are.
Sydney: Fine. I'll go.
Jack: Thank you.
Sydney: {calling out} Come in!
[Weiss opens the door; he's carrying a bag]
Weiss: Hey, Syd, I brought some wine. I hope that's okay.
Sydney: {laughing and trying to alleviate some tension} That's great. I better watch my intake though, we both know how I get.
Weiss: Yeah, I guess we do.
Sydney: {suddenly feeling very uncomfortable} I just have to finish boiling the pasta and then supper will be ready. Just make yourself at home.
[Weiss nods and takes his coat off before going to sit down on Sydney's couch]
Sydney: Dinner's ready!
Weiss: Smells wonderful.
[They sit down at the small table in Syd's kitchen/dining room; they're both silent]
Sydney: Weiss, are we going to talk about what happened last night?
Weiss: I don't know what to say about it, Syd. I don't even know what I feel about it.
Sydney: I don't know how it would ever be able to work, Weiss. There's so much...so many things that could go wrong...so many people we could hurt.
Weiss: Mike.
Sydney: Not just Vaughn, Weiss.
Weiss: But mostly him. I get it, Syd, I really do. I was there when you two first met, it will always be him.
Sydney: Eric—
Weiss: Syd, it's fine, I really do understand. We make better friends anyway. Can you really imagine us...as a couple?
Sydney: {smiling sadly} For a moment I could...and then reality fled back into my thoughts.
Weiss: Reality can be a bitch.
Sydney: {chuckling} You're telling me!
[Sydney reaches over to grab Weiss' hand]
Sydney: So, we're good?
Weiss: Of course.
[They smile at eachother and go back to eating]
[Enter: CIA Operations Center Op Tech Room]
Marshall: For the most part this mission should be easy compared to the last one in Amsterdam, well other than the fact that you may have a run-in with Sark. Basically all you need is this little metal detector, your mics and a map of the catacombs.
Sydney: That's all? A metal detector, mics and a map?
Marshall: Yeah, boring I know. But the catacombs are dark and hard to navigate so there'll be at least a little excitement thrown in, not Superbowl excitement, or 'Hey, I'm meeting Jonathan Frakes excitement'...but excitement.
Sydney: So, is that all?
Marshall: {sounding disappointed} Yeah, I think so.
Sydney: Thanks, Marshall.
Marshall: Oh, hey, did I show you what I made for Mitchell?
Sydney: {smiling} I don't think so.
Marshall: It's a music box, but it's not just a music box it responds to the sounds he's making and changes accordingly. So say he's happy {Marshall coos like a baby} it continues to play that song, but if he's sad {Marshall starts wailing like a baby} it switches to a more comforting song. {a lullaby begins to play}
Sydney: Wow, Marshall that is very cool. Anyway, I need to go find my dad, he needed to talk to me about something.
Marshall: Oh, of course, sorry.
Sydney: No problem, Marshall.
[Enter: Operations Centre parking lot]
Sydney: Hi, Dad, you needed to see me about something?
Jack: Yes. Sydney, I began checking up on Lauren after you told me about your encounter involving she and Mr. Sark. She has a number of untraceable phone calls on her list. Now, while these very well could be NSC calls the volume is rather surprising.
Sydney: Dad, we have to report this. This is serious.
Jack: No, we most certainly do not have to report this, Sydney. First of all, this is in no way evidence that would stand up anywhere without your report of the encounter you had, which I'm sorry, is not going to be trustworthy in this case. Second of all, Ms. Reed is very pregnant, and is having a very difficult pregnancy and there is no reason to upset her or Agent Vaughn with this at this moment.
Sydney: But...this is important, Dad. What if she's working for The Covenant? Then what? Dad, that means that she's the mole, she's leaking all of the information.
Jack: I understand your concerns, Sydney, but at this point there is simply nothing we can do about it. I will continue to keep an eye on the situation.
Sydney: {sighing deeply} Okay, Dad, thanks.
[Enter: Parisian Catacombs]
Sydney: Okay, Weiss, talk to me.
Weiss: Hearing you loud and clear, Syd.
Sydney: I'm on my way.
[Sydney sloshes through the murky catacombs]
Sydney: Weiss, where am I supposed to be?
Weiss: You're good Syd, just keep walking straight ahead.
[Sydney shines her flashlight straight ahead, seeing nothing but endless miles of dirty underground and skeletons]
Sydney: Weiss?
[Sydney waits for Weiss to respond]
Sydney: Weiss?....ERIC?? SHIT!
[Suddenly Sydney sees someone stepping out of the seemingly endless darkness]
Sark: Tsk tsk, Miss Bristow, such language.
Sydney: Sark!
Sark: Well, it's certainly inspiring to know that you've managed to remember me.
Sydney: Yeah, like I would forget you.
Sark: That is indeed very encouraging, Sydney. I've noticed you don't seem entirely surprised at my prescence.
Sydney: That would be because I'm not surprised to see you here. The CIA isn't inept, Sark.
Sark: Yes, well, you could have fooled me on more than one occasion. Tell me, Sydney, you wouldn't happen to be looking for this, would you?
[Sydney watched as Sark extracted the Rambaldi device from his coat pocket]
Sydney: You know why I'm here, Sark. Don't play games with me.
Sark: Well, are you going to try and retrieve it from me?
[Sydney pulls out her pistol and points it at him]
Sark: Now, now, Sydney, we both know you aren't going to shoot me.
Sydney: You don't know me as well as you'd like to think.
Sark: Oh, don't I?
[Sydney cocks the gun]
Sydney: No, I don't believe you do, Mr. Sark.
[Before Sydney could even react Sark had his gun trained on her as well]
Sark: Actually, I beg to differ.
[Sark begins walking towards Sydney]
Sydney: Don't come any closer, Sark.
[Sark ignoring her continues to swagger his way nearer to her]
Sydney: I am very serious, Sark, keep your distance.
[Sark continues to walk]
Sark: Sydney, you try so very hard to be intimidating.
[Before Sark can react Sydney has kicked his pistol out of his hand, his face briefly registers shock before he thrusts Sydney up against the walls of the catacombs]
Sark: Nice move, Sydney, but I would think you had learned your lesson about letting down your guard.
Sydney: Let me go you bastard!
Sark: I don't think I'm quite done with you yet.
[Sark crushes his lips against Sydney's, she struggles against him then finally succumbs to the kiss, she runs her tongue over his lips before pushing it into his mouth. Sydney raises her leg, running it along his then slamming her heel into his instep, she now has him off balance, spinning around and delivers a swift kick to the side of his head. Sark falls to the ground dazed as Sydney bends over and retrieves the Rambaldi device from him]
Sydney: Mr. Sark, I really thought you had learned your lesson about letting your guard down.
[Sydney cracks her pistol against his temple, knocking him out; she runs out of the catacombs]
Sydney: Weiss, I'll meet you at La Chatte Noire.
Weiss: Why are you meeting me at a club?
Sydney: Because, Weiss, I need a drink.
Weiss: Are you okay, Syd?
Sydney: Yeah, I'm fine.
[Enter: La Chatte Noire, a very seedy club. Half naked, sometimes all naked, dancers in cages scattered all around the room, lights pulsing to an almost painful degree. Sydney spots Weiss sitting at the bar on the wall at the back of the club she makes her way over to him.]
Sydney: Barman, m'obtenir une vodka, droite en haut.
[Weiss glances over at Sydney, noticing her tight, leather mini-skirt]
Weiss: You look nice, Syd, dressing the part?
Sydney: Just thought I should blend in with the crowd, no sense in drawing unneeded, and unwanted attention.
[Weiss looks at her, raising an eyebrow, as the bartender slides Sydney's drink to her]
Weiss: Seriously, are you okay? You seem...out of it.
Sydney: I'm fine.
Weiss: Did you get the piece?
Sydney: Yeah, it's safely secured in my hotel room.
Weiss: Syd, did something happen down in the catacombs?
[Weiss notices Sydney swallowing hard]
Sydney: I had a run in with Sark, nothing I couldn't handle.
[Weiss nods, knowing better than to push the issue]
[Enter: Operations Centre hallway, Sydney is walking towards the elevator when Jack walks up behind her]
Jack: Sydney, I need to talk to you.
Sydney: {nodding} Okay, let's talk in the elevator.
[They both step into the elevator; Sydney reaches to push the button to take them to the parking garage]
Jack: I think you should go to Lauren's baby shower.
Sydney: Are you crazy? WHY should I go to HER baby shower?
Jack: Sydney, calm down. I feel it would be very beneficial to see how she interacts with her friends, and to see who her friends are.
Sydney: Fine. I'll go.
Jack: Thank you.