TEXT: (Middle of a rainy night. Numerous cars drive up. We are at the Operations Center, US Joint Task Force Intelligence. Officers aim their guns as more cars drive up, including one van. The van comes to a stop and the officers point their guns at the back door. They open the doors and climb in. They remove the handcuffs and chains holding Irina down. She has a smug smile on her face as they lead her to her cell, handcuffed with ankle irons, underground.) (Upstairs, Kendall picks up the phone.) KENDALL: Yeah. On my way. (At her cell, Kendall approaches.) KENDALL: I'm Assistant Director Kendall. I'm told you want to cooperate. (The next morning, the doorbell rings at Francie and Sydney's.) FRANCIE: Hey, Mr. Bristow, come on in. (He does, looking around a bit.) FRANCIE: Let me ask you a question. Let's say you're hanging out at your favorite restaurant, with your friends-- (She stops and he kind of gives her a look because everyone knows he has no friends, only enemies.) FRANCIE:...Or whatever. You like to go there, you like the food, what color are the walls? (She shows him three color samples: an array of yellows, reds, and blues.) JACK: I'm... not really into interior decorating. FRANCIE: I'll get Syd. (In the bathroom, Sydney bandages her shoulder.) FRANCIE: (knocks) Syd, your dad's here! SYDNEY: Okay, I'll be right out. (Back in the kitchen/living room.) JACK: You know, to the Vietnamese and Chinese, the color white means death and bad fortune. (pause) Try red. FRANCIE: Really. SYDNEY: Hi. (Jack nods.) SYDNEY: Will's sentencing is at two, I'll meet you there? FRANCIE: Yeah. (to Jack) Did you hear about Will? The story he made
SUMMARY:
Sydney must decide whether her mother's goodwill gesture was sincere or an attempt to kill her. Will witnesses Francie discussing her restaurant plans with a man whose affiliations are questionable, and Sloane is made a full partner in the malevolent Alliance of Twelve.