TEXT: (Red door. The door opens and Sydney is standing there wearing a black bra and pantiesr, stockings, and a little lingerie waist-length robe. She sashays down a hallway and stands in the doorway. She poses. A man is sitting in a chair eating shrimp and drinking champagne. A bodyguard stands nearby. They look her over.) MAN: (in French) No. Put on the red one. (He looks at his bodyguard and they smirk. The red door opens again, just like before, but now Sydney is wearing a fire engine red bra and panty set, without the stockings. She poses in the doorway.) MAN: (in French) Not bad. That's better. (He stands and motions for the bodyguard to leave. They speak in French. Sydney moves over to the window and looks out. We're on an airplane in the sky. The man looks at her. Sydney is on a bed, on her side, posing. He unzips his sweater and climbs on. He murmurs in French as she gets on top of him. Putting her hands behind his head to get in real close, she grabs a wire on her bracelet and pulls it around his neck, flipping him over on his stomach and climbing on his back.) SYDNEY: What was wrong with the black one? Do you think it's comfortable wearing clothes like this? (He struggles and chokes with the wire around his neck, and tries pushing a button near the bed.) SYDNEY: This isn't my first day on the job, I disconnected your call button! I know who you are. I know what this plane is! MAN: I don't know what you're talking about! SYDNEY: Tell me how to access server forty-seven! (He doesn't give it up so she pulls on the wire to tighten it. He chokes.) MAN: Over there! Behind the frame, there's a terminal! (Sydney elbows him in the face and lets go. He falls to the bed. She runs over to a framed picture on the wall and pushes on it
SUMMARY:
Sydney and Jack are confronted by the new director of SD-6, one Geiger, who replaces Sloane, whose whereabouts and intentions are unknown. Sydney learns of information that could destroy SD-6 and shut down the Alliance. Francie is killed by what looks like her doppelganger.