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By Christine and Dana
NIKITA'S APARTMENT - TEASER
It is late at night and we see a quiet, deserted street. A black
Mercedes pulls silently up to an apartment building.
Nikita is asleep in her bed. A knock sounds at her front door and she
stirs. As she rouses, she looks at her alarm clock. Rising from the
bed, she removes her gun from beneath her pillow. The clock shows 3:33
am.
The knocking at the door continues, more persistently now. She hurries
down her loft steps, wearing a black, slip-type satiny nightie, gun in
her right hand. At the door, she looks through the peephole, the
glances around her shoulder, taking a quick surveillance of her
apartment, then flips on the light. As she opens the door, we see
Operations standing there, dressed in black turtleneck, jacket, and
pants. He steps through the portal uninvited, his eyes making a quick
sweep about the apartment, as Nikita closes the door.
Operations: You're alone?
Nikita: Yes.
He walks down the length of her counter.
Operations: You can put that down
now if you'd like. (referring to her gun)
Nikita is obviously confused and curious as to why he is at her apartment.
Operations: There's a briefing
scheduled for tomorrow morning.
Nikita: Oh, yes, I know.
Operations: The mission involves
three men who steal classified intel and sell it to the highest
bidder. In addition to the assignment you'll receive tomorrow morning,
I want you to pay special attention to a certain member of the crew
named Steven Wolfe. See that he is still alive after the mission is
over.
Nikita: (pacing a few
steps) Is it likely to be difficult?
Operations: Yes. No one knows
about this but you and me, and make sure it stays that way. Above all,
Steven is never to know anything about this conversation or about
me.
Nikita backtracks the steps she had paced, arms crossed before
her.
Nikita: So what's so special about
Steven Wolfe?
Operations then walks the counter length back toward Nikita, stopping
a few steps before her, where she stands at the counter's edge.
Operations: Does it matter?
Nikita: Well, I just feel like I
have a right to ask.
Operations: (nods and advances
a couple steps toward her, looking her in the eye) He's my
son.
Nikita looks surprised and is speechless. We hear the door
shut. Operations is gone.
SECTION
The holograph screen shows the image of a man, mid-50's, balding, with
full beard and mustache. We hear Operations' voice.
Operations: Frederick Borsos. One
of the most dangerous terrorists in the hemisphere. This is as close
as we've been able to get so far. Now he's anxious to get his hands on
a design for something called the CM-12 chip. (The camera pans to
show first the face of an operative at the table, then Michael.)
It's the latest in smart missile guidance systems. It was developed at
the Zylar Corporation. The prototype and the accompanying installation
disk are in their vault. These three men (we see the images of
three men on the screen) have been casing Zylar for the last
week. (We now see that Nikita is also present at the table.)
They plan to steal the CM-12 and sell it to Borsos. Their names are
Vincent Shirov, Marco Dean, and Steven Wolfe. (Nikita at this point
puts on her glasses to get a better look.) Our plan is to get the
chip first, offer it to the crew for a cut of their profit on the sale
to Borsos. When the exchange takes place, we'll take them all out,
Borsos and the crew.
Michael: Won't the crew be able to
detect a fake?
Operation: Yes. We'll provide the
real one.
Michael: With Zylar's cooperation?
Operations: Interfacing with the
corporation presents too many security risks. We'll steal the chip
instead, and we'll return it when the mission is over. Any questions?
(There are none.) Then let's get started.
Operations rises, followed by operatives and Michael. Nikita takes one
last look at the screen before slowing rising.
ZYLAR
We see the outside of the Zylar Corporation headquarters, followed by
a shot of a nearby concrete manhole cover. Beneath is a tunnel where
the three SOTW's have set up a surveillance post. Steven Wolfe
(Steven) removes a headset, then type at a keyboard. Marco Dane
(Dane) nudges at his shoulder.
Dane: Hey! Wait, wait, wait,
wait. Go back, go back. (They are looking at surveillance footage
inside Zylar showing two guards.) There! She's new, that
guard. (It is Nikita.) How'd you like to breach her security,
huh?
Vincent Shirov (Shirov) now comes into view.
Shirov: Found the storm
drain. Runs under the east wing. It's got collapsible bulkheads every
fifty feet.
Dane: (disgusted) this
place is really getting on my nerves.
Steven: (passing a hand over
his face) You know, why don't we just knock it off for a
while.
Shirov: Borsos wants his CM-12, he
wants it within 24 hours, or he'll find someone else to get it for
him.
Steven: Let's knock it off, get a
bite to eat. We'll start again tomorrow with clear heads, okay?
Dane: I'm for that.
DINER
We see Nikita dressed as a security guard approach the glass front
doors of the diner. She is acting nonchalant, chewing gum, smiling
easily. Inside, she heads for the counter. We see the three SOTW's
eating at a nearby table.
Nikita: Hey, can I get a cup of
coffee?
The three SOTW's recognize her from their surveillance footage and
exchange looks with each other. Nikita takes her cup of coffee and
walks to their table. She picks a cap from the floor and extends it to
Shirov.
Nikita: This yours? (Shirov
takes it from her and Nikita sits down with the men uninvited.)
Hi. My name's Nikita and I think we can do some business...
(The men again exchange looks but say nothing.) having to do
with the CM-12. (She glances at the three men, but still they say
nothing.) I'm sorry, my mistake. (She begins to rise, but
Shirov takes her arm.)
Shirov: Wait. What makes you think
we're interested?
Nikita: Well, you've been casing
the lab every night for the last week. (Takes a sip.) Maybe you want
the copy machines. I doubt it.
Steven: Your telling me that a
security guard has access?
Nikita: I've got some help on the
inside.
Shirov: Then why do you need us?
Nikita: Cause you've got access to
the biggest buyers. We provide the merchandise, you provide the
market. Sounds like a good plan.
Shirov: Meet us with your friend
at our safehouse.
Nikita smiles. Steven looks away unhappily. He doesn't trust her.
SAFEHOUSE
We see the outside of a large apartment building. Inside one of the
apartment units are the three SOTW's. Nikita and Michael - wearing
black, square framed glasses - enter and take a seat at a nearby
table with Shirov and Steven. Dane remains standing.
Shirov: How do you know about us?
Nikita: That doesn't matter. What
matters is that we all have a chance to walk away very rich.
Shirov: (to Michael) You
say you worked on the CM-12?
Michael: (nods) That's
right.
Shirov: What area?
Michael: Quality control.
Steven: I don't like this. We
don't need help.
Michael: Then why don't you have
the chip?
Steven: (to Shirov) He's a
techno-freak. He gets caught, he's gonna finger us in a second.
Michael: I won't get caught.
Shirov: What do you want for it?
Michael: Half of whatever you're
getting.
Steven: (snorts) You're out
of your mind.
Nikita: Do you want the CM-12 or
not?
Steven: That cuts our shares in
half.
Michael: A sixth of something is a
lot better than a third of nothing. Half the profit. Take it or leave
it.
Steven: Well, I say we leave
it. (He gets up and turns away from them.)
Shirov: How soon can you have it?
Steven turns back to them.
Michael: Tomorrow.
Steven: No. Tonight. (Then to
Shirov) You said yourself the buyer needs the chip soon. (Back
to Michael) We get it tonight or the deal is off.
Michael: Hmm. (Smiles) No
problem.
Steven: And she stays here. If
you're not back by midnight, she'll be dead. But then why worry,
right? It's no problem.
Michael nods and smiles fondly at Nikita.
Nikita: Go.
Michael: (to Steven)
Okay.
Steven: Good.
Michael: (leans over the table
and tips Nikita's chin up toward him) Behave yourself. (He
kisses her lips softly, then rises, and walks out the door.)
SECTION
Operations: (on the phone)
Good. Right. Right.
He hangs up. Birkoff is at his desk on his computer. Operations leans
over his shoulder, peering into the monitor.
Operations: They've given Michael
until midnight to get the CM-12.
Birkoff: No sweat. The plan is in
place. All we have to do is execute.
Operations: Good. They're keeping
Nikita as insurance.
Birkoff tips his head up at this.
ZYLAR
We see the same concrete manhole cover and Michael kneeling at it with a
crowbar removing it. He climbs down in the sewer tunnel beneath.
Michael: (into comm unit)
I'm in the sewer.
Birkoff: (to Operations)
He's inside the perimeter.
Michael makes his way through the tunnel using a flashlight to guide
his way in the dark.
SAFEHOUSE
Dane advances to Nikita, who is still seated at the table.
Dane: Personally, I don't think
he's gonna make it back. (Nikita is playing cards, wearing
sunglasses. Dane touches her shoulder.) You know, he might just
take that chip and boogie. (Nikita removes her sunglasses as Steven
looks on.) Maybe he ain't as devoted to you as you think. (He
now kneels behind her left shoulder.) But just so you know that if
he doesn't make it back... (he turns his face into her hair and
inhales) ... I will see to it that you don't die
lonely. (Nikita glances at his briefly, but continues playing the
cards. Steven still watching, mantles his gun.)
ZYLAR
Back in the Sewer, Michael removes a large round grate with horizontal
rods and slips through.
Birkoff: You should be able to
climb to the circuit room.
Michael rounds a corner and climbs up a steel ladder.
Michael: I'm in the circuit
room.
Birkoff: Isle 3. Panel 46. Top
terminal.
Michael shines his flashlight around until he locates the correct
panel marked R46. He opens the cover, exposing the wiring inside.
Birkoff: Make sure you're grounded
and stay away from the line trace. (Operations paces in the
background.)
Michael begins attaching clips to specific wires. We see the power
flicker in the vault room as the security is disarmed.
Michael: Unit in place.
Birkoff: The vault is on the same
level. (Operations is still in the background paying close
attention to the exchange.)
Michael begins welding a square opening in the ceiling above the
vault. Outside, Zylar guards are unaware of the occurring security
breach.
Birkoff: He's inside the
vault.
Michael attached to a cable, lowers into the vault room.
Birkoff: The container is in the
North wall.
Michael looks about, still hanging by the cable, and sees the space
marked CM-12.
Michael: I see it. It's not
there. The container's empty.
Operations lunges to Birkoff's side.
Operations: Birkoff!
Birkoff is surprised.
Michael: Check the inventory the
database. Find out where it's been transferred.
Birkoff swings into action, typing rapidly at this keyboard.
Michael: Are you in yet?
Birkoff: I'm in. Security's
tight. Every project has its own internal code.
(Operations looks concerned.) Here we go. I got it. It's being
shipped for testing. Scheduled out on a military flight two hours from
now.
Michael: Maybe it's still at the
loading dock.
Birkoff: I'll guide you. Go.
Michael eases back up the way he came.
SAFEHOUSE
Nikita is still playing cards at the table, where Steven is also still
seated.
Steven: I know it's cliché,
but uh... I can't resist. What's a nice girl like you doing in a
place like this?
Nikita: (smiles) Maybe I'm
not such a nice girl.
Steven: Maybe not.
Nikita: What about you? How did
you end up in a place like this?
Steven: I don't know. Things
happen. You do what you do. I'll tell you one thing though. We better
get a damn good price on that CM-12.
Nikita: Cause...?
Steven: Because I don't like other
people cutting in on my money.
Nikita: So in the end, you're all
about the money?
Steven: Yeah. I'm about
money.
Nikita: Ching - ching.
ZYLAR
Security guards are wheeling the CM-12 container through the loading
area, as Michael follows covertly. From his vantage point, he sees the
CM-12 being loaded. He keys a message into a hand-held computer.
Birkoff: (to Operations)
Michael wants a backup team with four agents in place at the
safehouse. If he fails, we have to be ready to take out the
crew. Otherwise, we lose Nikita.
Operations: (more concerned
about Steven than Nikita) There will be no backup.
SAFEHOUSE
A clock on the far wall reads 11:15 PM. Steven is polishing
his gun, checks the site, then polishes the barrel again.
Nikita: (smiles) You like
playing with your gun.
Steven only looks at her with disinterest and continues to polish the
gun.
Nikita: Oughta be pretty clean by
now.
Steven: (laughs shortly)
Yeah.
Nikita: So, you got big plans?
Steven: What do you mean?
Nikita: Well, for all this money
you're hot for, what are you gonna do with it?
Steven: Why?
Nikita: (shrugs)
Curiosity.
Steven: Isn't that what killed the
cat?
Nikita: Ah, but the cat had nine
lives.
ZYLAR
Michael watches as the three security guards load the CM-12 into a
small van. One guard gets into the van and pulls out, while the other
two get into a BMW to follow. As the van pulls out of the loading area
into the street, we see an overhead view of Michael lying on top of
the van roof. He glances back and sees the BMW following, just as the
two men in the BMW spy him.
BMW Driver: (via hand-held
radio) There's a guy on the truck.
Van Driver: What? Not for
long.
The van begins swerving sharply back and forth as the driver attempts
to dislodge Michael from roof. Michael becomes dislodged, but manages
to maintain his grip. The passenger guard in the BMW now leans out his
window and begins firing at Michael, where he hangs down the side of
the van. Michael releases one hand to take his gun and return fire. He
shoots the tires of the BMV, causing it to lose control and forcing it
to stop.
Without the BMW to stop him, Michael then takes out a small device and
attaches it to the passenger door of the van. The driver immediately
begins choking as smoke fills the cabin. The van begins swerving until
the driver is forced to stop abruptly. Michael is thrown off, while
the driver jumps out choking. Immediately gaining his balance,
Michael rushes to the driver, yanking him upright, and holding him at
gunpoint.
Michael: Open the back. Now.
SAFEHOUSE
Dane stands at the side of the table where Steven and Nikita are still
seated.
Dane: I can't say I think too much
of your boyfriend, honey. He doesn't write, he doesn't
call. (Nikita listens with an disinterested expression.) He
stood you up.
Nikita: (looks at clock)
There's plenty of time left.
Dane: You're cool. I like that. In
fact ... (He approaches her from behind and places a hand on her
right cheek, drawing it up to ear level, where he begins to massage
her hair.) I hate to see it go to waste. I mean, we got to do what
we got to do. Might as well have a little fun first, right? (Steven
looks on.)
Steven: She's got ten more
minutes.
Dane: The guy's not coming
back. It's obvious.
Steven: Maybe not, but we made a
deal. Stick to it.
Dane: I don't take orders from
you.
Steven: Dane, back off. (When
Dane doesn't, Steven stands to challenge him.)
Nikita: Steven, I can handle
this.
Steven: (exhales, shrugs, and
sits down) Okay. Suit yourself.
Nikita stands and turns to face Dane. She lightly touches his chest
familiarly, and takes hold of his vest straps just below shoulder
level.
Nikita: So, you want to have some
fun with me?
Dane: (smiling)
Always.
Nikita pretends like she is going to kiss him, then kicks his feet out
from under him. He falls to the floor. When Shirov, who was lying on a
nearby couch, sees this, he stands to stop Nikita, but Steven pulls
his gun on him, allowing Nikita to kick Dane in the crouch. She bends
and takes Dane's gun, throwing it on the table before sitting
again. Dane remains on the floor, gasping in pain.
Steven: (laughs) Ouch.
Shirov reaches out and helps Dane to his feet. Steven looks at the
clock. It reads 11:59 PM.
Steven: You still think you got
plenty of time?
Nikita appears mildly concerned. Steven stands and waits as Shirov
approaches Nikita and aims his gun at her. The front door opens and
Michael enters, smiling. Nikita relaxes visibly.
Michael: Hi. (He looks
nonchalant as he goes to Nikita.) Problem?
Nikita: No problem. Let's finish
the deal.
Shirov sits at the table, a laptop before him, as he verifies the
CM-12 Michael brought.
Shirov: It's the CM-12, but we
still need the disk for the installation codes.
Steven: Where is it?
Michael: Somewhere very safe. Call
it our insurance policy. We'll bring it to the final sale.
Steven: In other words, you don't
trust us.
Michael: (smiles pleasantly and
takes a sip from a glasses he's holding) In other words. (He
places a hand on Nikita's shoulder.)
Nikita: Just let us know when the
buyers get in touch. (She grabs her coats, readying to leave.)
NIKITA'S APARTMENT
Nikita enters her apartment, flipping on the lights, and securing the
chain. We see Operations standing in the background. As she turns and
takes a few steps, she spies him sitting at the far end of her
counter. She throws her keys on the counter, then her
sunglasses. Operations stills on a stool, a glass of wine in his
hand.
Operations: How is he?
Nikita: Oh, he's fine.
Operations: I'm not asking about
his health. I haven't seen him or communicated with him since he was
seven years old. (As he speaks, Nikita goes to the cupboard and
takes down a glass.) What's he like?
Nikita: He's cold... hard,
ruthless, and greedy. You can be proud of him. (She pours herself
some water, under Operations stare.) Michael tells me there was no
back up team.
Operations: I felt confident he
would succeed. He usually does.
Nikita takes her glasses, walks past and around Operations, back to
the opposite end of the counter.
Nikita: It's standard procedure to
have a back up team.
Operations: The mission is to get
Borsos. If we take out the crew prematurely, it would ruin our
chances.
Nikita: You were protecting
Steven, even if it meant sacrificing me!
Operations: What do you want me to
do, Nikita? Pretend I value your life more than my son's?
Nikita: (moves to stand across
from him) Steven and his friends are psychos. Borsos is probably
worse. If you want me to along with this little gig, then I want
something in return.
Operations: What?
Nikita: I want out. I want
freedom.
Operations: Ask for something
else. Time off... money, anything.
Nikita: I want a life.
Operations: What? The life you had
before Section? Living out on the streets, eating out of garbage cans!
Nikita: I've paid for your bloody
deportment classes a hundred times over! If you want your son, then I
want out!
Operations: Nobody leaves the
Section. You know that. I'll do what I can to help you, but...
Nikita: No. No. No. I want your
word. A solemn promise you'll do whatever it takes to set me free. For
your son's life.
Operations: You have my word.
Nikita: Good. (Nods with
satisfaction.) Good. And you have mine. I will be taking steps to
protect myself, so if you double cross me, the last thing on this
earth you want will happen. I'll see to it personally. Do you
understand?
Operations: (Laughs at her
nerve, and stands.) Oh, we've trained you well, Nikita.
Nikita goes to the door and removes the chain, indicating her desire
that he leave now.
Nikita: I'm tired. (She opens
the door and waits with arms crossed for him to leave.)
Operations: Mm-hmm.
He walks toward her, stops at the door and looks at her, before
stepping out. Nikita closes the door and throws her head back with
fatigue after the exchange.
THE PERCH
Michael: You wanted to see me?
Operations: I'm a little concerned
about Nikita.
Michael: In what way? (He is
concerned that Operations is concerned about Nikita.)
Operations: She seems a little
distracted. Like there's something on her mind besides the
mission. Keep an eye on her. See if something's going on we should
know about and report back.
Michael: Of course.
NIKITA'S APARTMENT
We see a video camera LED showing footage of Operations' last meeting
at Nikita's apartment, where she bargains for her freedom. Nikita is
holding the camera and watching it play out. She sighs, removes the
tape, places it in its case, then puts it in a manila
envelope. Clasping the envelope to her, she shoves a black hat on her
head, preparing to leave her apartment.
We next see her walking down a busy street. She stops before a
building, before opening the front door and entering.
THE PERCH
Michael: I just heard from the
crew. They want to meet in an hour.
Operations: Good. That means
they've been contacted by the buyer. Do we have confirmation it's
Borsos?
We see Operations is talking to both Nikita and Michael. Michael
stands just behind Nikita and to the side, studying her carefully with
his eyes.
Nikita: No, but there's no reason
to think it isn't.
Operations: You make it clear,
Borsos has to be at the transfer personally.
Nikita: And if he refuses?
Operations: (snapping) See
that he doesn't!
Michael is already walking away, while Nikita is displeased with
Operations tone. She glares at him before following after
Michael.
SAFEHOUSE
Shirov, Dane, and Wolfe are in the apartment, along with Michael and
Nikita.
Nikita: So, you've heard from the
buyer?
Shirov: He's sending a
negotiator. Steven will meet him in an hour.
Michael: Why Steven?
Shirov: He's OUR negotiator.
Michael: Hmm. I'll go along.
Steven: No thanks.
Michael: I want to make sure the
price we hear is the price you get.
Nikita: I'll go. Do you have a
problem with THAT?
Steven shrugs.
Michael: (kisses Nikita)
Take care, love.
Nikita moves to go with Steven.
NIKITA AND STEVEN'S MEETING
Birkoff and Operations are at Birkoff's station, listening to the
exchange between Steven and Nikita, as they wait for the buyer to call
them to meet.
Steven: Our buyer's man will call
in a few minutes and tell us where to meet. I'll do the talking,
okay?
Nikita: Funny. I was gonna say I
should do the talking.
Steven: I've dealt with these
people before. They're gonna be skittish just seeing you here. If you
butt in, it may spook 'em.
Nikita: So, you got any guarantees
against a double cross?
Steven: Got any suggestions?
Nikita: Tell them the top man
should make the buy personally.
Steven voice: How's that gonna
help?
Nikita's voice: Well, if the boss
man's there, fireworks are a lot less likely.
Steven: You remind me of my
father.
Nikita's voice: Oh? How's that?
Steven voice: He was a chess
player. (Operations paces as he listens to his son for the first
time in many years.) Always thinking a few moves ahead of
everybody else. Not that I know him really. I've seen pictures,
letters. I remember a little.
Nikita: He's dead now?
Steven: That's the interesting
question. According to the government he is. Personally, I don't
believe it. You ever heard of Linh Sai? (Nikita shakes her
head.) It's a POW camp in Vietnam.
Birkoff: Uh oh. Another MIA
nutcase. (Operations throws him a withering look.)
Steven voice: It's where they kept
the troublemakers, the men they couldn't control.
Nikita's voice: Your father was
one of them?
Steven voice: Senior
officer. Responsible for every man in that prison. The guards did
everything they knew to break him down. Seven years. Seven years of
hell.
Nikita listens attentively.
Steven voice: Out of 110
prisoners, not one of them broke, or gave up anything besides their
name, rank, and serial number. (Operations paces, his expression
somber.) He kept them together. He gave them pride. He... he gave
them purpose.
Nikita's voice: Then what
happened?
Steven voice: After the war ended,
they released all the prisoners, except one. They kept him for
revenge. Officially he was dead. Uncle Sam signed off so as not to
makes waves, and so... I grew up without a father.
Operations is very attentive.
Steven voice: And, I watched my
mother die of a broken heart. (At this revelation, Operations looks
so sad, almost as if he could cry.) My father's alive. I know
it. I feel it.
Nikita: So, the money... You're
gonna use it to find him, aren't you?
Steven: I will bribe, I will beg,
and I will kill, but I will find my father. I swear to
God. (Operations looks up and swallows, hearing the resolve in his
son's voice.)
The cell phone rings.
Steven: Show time.
Nikita nods, looking at Steven with a new understanding.
MEETING
A slate Mercedes pulls into an alley. Nikita and Steven approach on
foot. A man steps out of the car.
Man: (seeing Nikita) Borsos
doesn't like third parties.
Steven: Like I said, it's gotta be
different this time. (Nikita stands beside him.)
Man: How much do you want for the
chip?
Steven: Ten million.
Man: (grimaces) You know
Borsos will never pay that much.
Steven: He can flip it for twenty,
maybe more.
Man: We'll pay three.
Steven: Six and that's it. CM-12
is the hottest thing on the market. It would be inconvenient for us to
find another buyer, but not impossible.
Man: Borsos wouldn't like
that.
Nikita: Then he'll pay what we
ask.
Steven: One more
thing... (Nikita moves from Steven's side, behind him, keeping her
eyes on the man) Borsos has to be there personally.
Man: Now I know you're crazy.
Nikita: Maybe, but those are the
terms.
The man nods, rubs the back of his head, and begins to get in his
car. Nikita sees movement and goes for her gun.
Nikita: Get down!
A man with a gun appears from behind some trash and fires at Nikita
and Steven. Steven moves toward the car, as Nikita fires at the
shooter, killing him. Steven then goes to the passenger door of the
Mercedes and hauls the man over the seat at gun point. Nikita opens
the back door and leans in.
Nikita: Son of a bitch!
Man: Easy, easy. It was a
misunderstanding.
Nikita: Shut up and listen.
Man: Calm down.
Nikita: Shut up and listen! The
price is six million because Zylar will pay that much to get it
back. Borsos goes to the meet because that's our way of making sure it
stays friendly. I want you to tell Borsos exactly what I said. If you
don't, I'll find you and I'll kill you.
Steven: Listen up, pal. She means
business.
Man: I understand.
Steven: The transfer takes place
tomorrow night at ten o'clock. You confirm in one hour.
Man: Got it.
Steven: Good.
He pats the man's face, then he and Nikita get out of the Mercedes and
get in a nearby Porsche. They drive off.
THE PERCH
Nikita approaches Operations as he stands in his loft.
Nikita: You were listening. Did
you hear him?
Operations: Yeah, I heard
him.
Nikita: I do not understand how
you could not want to talk to him, see him...
Operations: Nobody is asking you
to understand.
Nikita: You ought to tell him
something. It doesn't have to be the truth, but something... Or let me
tell him.
Operations: You've given your
word. I expect you to keep it.
Nikita: But, why?
Operations: You know what we do
here. What we're up against. Nothing that happens to him in Vietnam or
anyplace else for that matter would be half as dangerous for him as
knowing who I am. It would make him a target for the rest of his
life.
Nikita: No one would find
out.
Operations: No, but they would. He
would try to communicate, try to contact me, and someplace, somewhere,
the wrong people would find out, and I would never forgive
myself.
Nikita: Is that it? Or, are you
afraid he wouldn't forgive you if he knew you'd been alive all these
years without telling him?
Operations: The subject is closed,
Nikita. Just keep him alive. Meet me after the mission. I'll see to it
that you're free of the Section forever. And, now we have a
briefing. (He begins to leave.)
Nikita: I don't know if I can keep
him alive. (Now Operations turns back.)
Operations: What are you talking
about?
Nikita: Well, when the shooting
starts, Steven's gonna realize he's been betrayed, and if it comes to
a choice between him and Michael...
Operations: You're the one who
wants to be free.
This shuts Nikita up, and Operations departs, leaving her to stare
after him.
BRIEFING
Operations: Beside the three men
on the crew, we expect Borsos to bring at least three of his own,
maybe more. (Michael, Nikita, and operatives, along with Birkoff
are at the table. Birkoff is operating the holograph screen, showing
different views of the mission site.) The site is most exposed on
ground level, so we'll approach from above. Review the tactical plan
for tomorrow night. Good luck.
Operations, Birkoff, and the operatives leave the table. Nikita and
Michael remain seated. Michael turns to Nikita.
Michael: How are you feeling?
Nikita: I'm fine. Why?
Michael: Keep your mind on the
mission.
Nikita: It is.
Michael: It better be, because
these people are gonna come down fighting, and I don't plan to take
any prisoners.
He stands and leaves. Nikita sighs, throwing her head back, before
slumping forward, chin in hand, as she ponders the task before
her.
MISSION
Shirov, Dane, and Wolfe are at the meet site. It looks like an
abandoned plant of some sort. Michael and Nikita arrive and join the
three men.
Shirov: The installation
codes. (Michael hands him a disk. Birkoff is in the mission van
monitoring the exchange, and tapping into Shirov's computer, so that
the disk accepts the codes. Shirov types at his keyboard.) The
CM-12 is accepting the codes.
A black Mercedes comes into view. Birkoff sees this on his
monitor.
Birkoff: (giving directions to
onsite operatives and cueing Michael) Okay. Proceed.
Two operatives run down metal slotted walkways overhead toward the
exchange. The Mercedes draws closer to the meet site. The operatives
from above view the scene below. They are wearing night-vision
units.
Birkoff's voice: Team two in
position.
Three men and Borsos get out of the Mercedes.
Birkoff's voice: All team are in
position.
Borsos approaches the waiting crew and Michael and Nikita. Steven nods
and motions for Shirov to hand over the CM-12 disk. As Shirov hands
over the disk, Michael and Nikita look about them. Borsos then hands
the disk to one of his men, while Birkoff watches from his monitors as
the man checks the disk. The man nods to Borsos, who jerks his head to
another of his men, indicating the money can be handed over to
Shirov. Steven takes the case from Shirov, sets it down, and checks
that the money is all there.
Operative: Ready to initiate.
Birkoff: Okay. Proceed.
The lights are shut off and operatives begin firing at the men
below. Nikita shoves Steven out of the way, as shooting occurs all
around them. Shirov gets gunned down in the firing. Borsos grabs at a
power handle, shoving it into the "on" position. The lights come back
on, and men below begin firing at the operatives they can now
see. From their relatively safe place, Steven grabs Nikita.
Steven: Damn it! You double
crossed us!
Nikita: Steven, no! I swear.
Steven: Then who? Who then, Nikita?
Nikita: Must be Borsos.
Steven: No. He's getting it
too. It's Michael.
Nikita: No! Steven!
Steven goes in search of Michael, with Nikita following, In the gun
fire, Dane goes down. Michael shoots Borsos, then kneels beside the
Mercedes to change his gun clip. In mid-switch, Steven appears and
aims his gun at Michael.
Nikita: Steven, no! (She raises
her gun and shoots him, then leans over his fallen body and removes
his gun.)
Michael: Thanks.
By now the operatives have secured the area, and are gathering up the
computers, disk and money before they leave. Michael joins them.
Michael: You got everything?
Operative: Yes, sir.
Michael: Okay, let's go.
As the operatives move off, Michael goes to where Nikita is seated on
the front hood of the Mercedes.
Michael: You coming?
Nikita: I'm just gonna chill for
awhile. I feel like being alone.
Michael: (removes his square
glasses) You all right?
Nikita: Yeah, I'm fine.
Michael: Good-bye.
Nikita: Bye, Michael.
He leaves her. The camera pans to show the fallen bodies of the dead
men all around Nikita. Nikita then stands and goes to the side of the
Mercedes where Steven lies. She bends downs and grabs him by the
lapels, yanking him upright.
Nikita: Get up.
Steven: What happened?
Nikita: I shot you with a tranq
dart.
Steven: (groans and sighs)
What? Who are you? What's going on here?
Nikita: Steven, don't ask any
questions. Just go.
Steven: The money?
Nikita: Sorry.
Steven: (sighs) I'll find
it another way. I guess I owe you a thanks.
Nikita: A good-bye will do, and a
good luck.
Steven: Good luck.
Nikita: You, too. Steven, do not
spend your life looking for ghosts. If your father was the man you
think he was, he'd want more for you. Go live! Have a life.
Steven: You, too.
Nikita nods, as if to say "You can bet I will", and Steven walks
away.
Nikita: I will. I will.
THE PERCH
Operations is waiting for Nikita when she walks into his loft.
Operations: I verified that Steven
is safe. Thank you.
Nikita smiles and looks down humbly.
Operations: I tried, Nikita, I
really did. (Now she looks back up at him.) I pulled every
string I could, but in the end, I couldn't make it work. You'll have
to stay in Section.
Nikita moves to lean against his table, her back to Section below. She
looks at him challengingly.
Nikita: I'm sure you gave it your
all.
Operations: You might be
surprised.
Nikita: I'd be downright shocked
if you lifted a finger.
Operations takes a couple steps closer to her.
Operations: You can ask for
anything else and it's yours. But, not your freedom.
Nikita: I did warn you not to try
this. Listen carefully. The night you came to my apartment, the second
time, I made a digital recording. It's all on tape. Your face, your
voice, your admission that Steven's your son. Unless I make a phone
call, that tape will be delivered to him within the hour. He'll know
everything.
Operations: A tape?
Nikita: Yes, that's right.
Operations: You mean this tape?
He holds up the tape she had been referring to, and she just stares at
it. Then, he snaps it into his palm, as if to say "Mine now" and
walks out. Nikita leans back on the table, trying to figure out how he
got his hands on the tape. As it dawns on her, her mouth opens with
surprised enlightenment. She turns, looking down from the loft to
Section below. She sees Michael standing over a laptop. As if sensing
her stare, Michael looks up and locks gazes with her. Looking at her
betrayer, Nikita purses her lips and throws a kiss at him. They both
know that the other knows what has transpired. Nikita then departs
from the office, though Michael continues to gaze upward, where she
had been. A beep sounds at his laptop, regaining his attention.
Michael: Yes?
The End.
Christine's Comments: I like the few
episodes that involve Operations and Nikita one on one, such as this
one. And, we saw that Operations does have a heart when it comes to
his son. I especially liked the scenes where Operations had to listen
to Steven talk about him. He seemed genuinely choked-up. Nikita, of
course, was crazy to believe that Operations would even consider
letting her go, and to think he wouldn't anticipate her move of trying
to trap him. Hope you enjoyed reading this.