Fuzzy Logic Transcript
By Baoqin and Dana

TEASER - SECTION, COMMONS

Birkoff is clearly agitated. He watches the monitors, worried about something.
Birkoff: What is this?
Roberta: It's the number table you wanted.
Birkoff: Are you an idiot? Are you an idiot? I wanted you to cycle it through, not give it to me!
Roberta: Sorry
Birkoff: Bonehead. (to someone else) NO! We already tried those. What's wrong with you people? Why don't you just go home? Worthless...
Nobody moves.
Birkoff: (to everybody) I mean it! Get out of here!
The operatives move out of the room. Operations is watching this from the perch.
Birkoff: (mumbles) Only people whose brains are on tour...
He sighs, takes his glasses off, watches some Matrix-type numbers scrawling on the screen.

MADELINE'S OFFICE

Operations comes in.
Operations: I've been as accommodating as I can be. This has got to stop.
Madeline: We've come so far. Another few hours won't make any difference.
Operations: Why can't he hand it of to somebody else?
Madeline: We've tried. Birkoff is the only one who has any idea of how to approach this thing. It's an unusual code.
Operations: But is it worth holding up dozens of other operations that need his attention?
Madeline: We've tried for two years to get sourced into this group. These people are extremely careful. We were lucky to even intercept the communication.
Operations: Fine. But when does it end?
Madeline: Give him until tomorrow morning.
Operations: No more than that.

COMMONS

Birkoff gets up and away from the computers to lie down on the floor directly under the perch. Operations is watching again. The image moves up from Birkoff's fusing it with the code, turning, then zooms on him again. He has found it. All the certain, he gets up, and enters a bunch of commands, a pleased smile on his face. The code is broken.
Birkoff: Yeah!
He looks around for someone to celebrate this with, um . . . unfortunately, he sent everybody home?!

NIKITA'S APARTMENT

A man in his forties is in Nikita's apartment. We learn that his name is Barrie, Nikita's new neighbor.
Barrie: My younger seems to be Ok with it, you know, having everything rolled up and all, it's my daughter I'm worried about. She doesn't wanna talk about it, and you know, it concerns me because I'm a big believer in communication.
Nikita: How often do you see them?
Barrie: A couple of times a month. Unless Denise wants them to spend time with her new boyfriend.
Nikita: So how long have you been separated for?
Barrie: Well, you see, I lost my job in September, so since October.
Nikita: What now?
Barrie: I'm gonna get a job. And then I'm gonna get Denise back. That sounds crazy, doesn't it?
Nikita: At least you have a plan. Did you want some tea?
Barrie: Oh, no, no, I gotta get back, I've got tons of boxes to unpack.
Nikita: Well, if you need any help, just give us a shot.
Barrie: Is everyone in the building as nice as you are?
Nikita: I don't really know anybody else.
Barrie: Well, you do now. Thanks for this, I'll get it back to you.
Nikita: See you, Barrie.
Barrie: Bye, thanks.
Nikita: You're welcome.

BRIEFING

Operations: An explosion at a soccer match in Manchester, England. A car bomb at a Lima, Peru embassy. A chartered plane down in Japan. Relatively small incidents, seemly unrelated. Linked only by the fact that we have been unable to source them. Birkoff.
Birkoff: I cross correlated the data on each act, and discovered that each of the detonations was the result of a trigger communication from a DOD satellite.
Walter: Department of Defence?
Birkoff: That's right, somebody drilled into a friendly satellite and was using for terrorist acts.
Michael: Why such small incidents if they can control DOD computers?
Birkoff: That's the scary part. Somebody's beta testing the software, working out the kinks.
Operations: And when they do, we can assume the action will be much more devastating.
Walter: Why don't we just take out the satellite?
Operations: We have, but the same techniques can be used on others. In the meantime, Birkoff has exacted the location from the group's last encoded command set. (To Michael) Work up an approach strategy.
Michael: What mode?
Operations: Bring back as many as you can. Let's find out who these people are.

MISSION - last encoded command set

In the van, before they go into the building, Michael is giving some last-minute instructions.
Michael: The building is stand-alone, 4500 square meters, mostly space. Birkoff, how many bodies are you reading?
Birkoff: Right now I see 12 plus transmitters and computers. It would be nice if you could get some of that stuff back intact.
Michael: Assume a high density defense. We'll strike quickly. Teams 2 and 3 stay outside. Cover the retreat.
They go into the building.
Michael: Team 1 report.
Operative: There's no one here.
Birkoff: I pick up 12 bodies. Someone's there. I just got you and Mark. Check it out.
They enter a lab. Birkoff and Michael can see some shadows in the form of people on their screens, not moving. In the lab we see human-shaped devices with circuits on them and probably emitting heat to be mistaken by sensors for real bodies
Birkoff: What is it?
Michael: It's a trap.
The lab explodes, killing the entire team.

MADELINE'S OFFICE

Operations is watching the tape of the explosion.
Operations: What does analysis have to say about what they found on site?
Madeline: Everything was state of art, no expense was spared.
Operations: Red Cell?
Madeline: No, it doesn't have their signature. Red Cell wouldn't go to the trouble of fully automate an operation, they'd use personnel.
Birkoff enters the room.
Birkoff: It was a bogus code. Probably a decoy.
Operations: Not according to our friends from the NSA.
Birkoff: What did they say?
Operations: That the information's in the code. The data you extracted was simply an outer shell, an protective mechanism.
Birkoff: Could they get at it?
Madeline: No. They tried but it's beyond their capabilities.
Operations: This is unacceptable. There's got to be someone who can do this.
Madeline: Can you find us someone?
Birkoff: From the outside?
Madeline: Yes.
Birkoff: There's probably no more than a handful of mathematicians who work in this area at this level.
Operations: Find them.
Birkoff: Yes, sir.

SYSTEMS

Birkoff is showing a guy's file, text written in Cyrillic letters.
Birkoff: Emil Andruska. The world's greatest specialist in non linear key theory.
Madeline: Where does he do his work from?
Birkoff: University of St. Petersburg.
Michael: Government affiliations?
Birkoff: Many. He's owned by Moscow. (switches to a woman's file) Sung-Hee Park. Professor of Thing Tech in North Korea. She was the brains behind the GMF algorithm.
Operations: How about somebody accessible?
Birkoff: Like I told you, it's a pretty select group. I did pull one match from the west who might be able to do it. But there are constraints.
Madeline: What kind of constraints?
Birkoff: He's young. His name is Greg Hillenger. He graduated from high school at 11, college at 13, received his Ph.D. after 6 months. Wrote his thesis on nonlinear principle components. Because he's the youngest tenured professor in the history of the university, he's highly visible.
Madeline: What makes you think he can do this?
Birkoff: He's written several papers on statistical L-trees, exactly the kind of approach that's needed.
Operations: Family?
Birkoff: Actually he still lives with his mother.
Operations: Would he cooperate with the government.
Birkoff: He has turned down work with NSA and other government agencies who tried to enlist him. His mother doesn't want her only child designing weapons.
Madeline: Then we'll have to take him against his will.
Birkoff: That shouldn't be too difficult. The university send a van to pick him up every morning.

GREG'S HOUSE

Michael and Nikita come up to the house in a van, pretending to be his university ride. Greg comes out of the house.
Mother: Hey! Hey, where are your gloves?
Greg: Don't need them.
Mother: I don't want you getting sick.
Greg: (shows his hand in the pockets) Ok?
Mother: Don't get smart with me.
She gives him a lunch brown bag.
Mother: Boy, do you need a haircut.
Greg: Mom, I gotta go.
Mother: We're having spaghetti for dinner. Keep your hands warm.
He gets into the van unsuspecting.
Greg: What's going on, Jake?
He notices the doors being locked and realizes something's wrong. Nikita is in the back, Michael is driving.
Greg: Who the hell are you?
Nikita: Hey Greg, I'm Nikita. Listen, we're not gonna hurt you, we just need your help, you'll be back in 24 hours.
Greg: No, no. (he tries to get out)
Nikita: Greg, I'm sorry. 24 hours, you'll be back on, before you know. Just take it easy.

SECTION

They bring Greg in with a black hood over his head.
Greg: Hey! Hey you can't do this, I happen to be an important person, there's gonna be people looking for me, and not just the police.
Operations: I'm sorry we had to do this Greg, we need your assistance for a short time, then you'll be safely returned.
Greg: Hey, go to hell! I want to talk to the man in charge.
Operations: I *am* the man in charge.
Greg: You couldn't be in charge of my crotch.
Nikita looks away, embarrassed.
Operations: Why hasn't he been sedated?
Greg: (laughs loudly) Haha! That's real smart, what are you going to do, fill my brain with beta blockers then get me to solve a problem? Where am I exactly, stupid city?
It's fun to see someone talk like that to Operations and not getting punished. Operations somehow seems to resent Nikita for Greg's behavior.
Operations: Take him to his room, tell Madeline he's here.
Nikita: Come on, Greg.
Nikita leads Greg into his new room.
Greg: Ouch! Hey, easy! Ouch!
Nikita: Will you calm down for a second so I can take the hood off?
Greg: Ah, yes, great, good, take the hood off, good, finally I get to see this pathetic ... (he notices a computer in the room, he doesn't seem to think it's pathetic) What's that? That's not even in the C-shore I've never seen this or west before. You're gonna have something drawn on the quant interface?
Nikita: I don't know. Birkoff will get into that with you.
Greg: Birkoff! Sounds like a Nazi. But you know what? You're all Nazis. And don't tell me to calm down, Ok, cause I'm not gonna calm down. I'm not gonna do anything for anybody till someone lets me talk to my mom, Ok? You know what? Do me a favor, go say that to the guy with the bullfrog who sorta thinks he's in charge.
Operations and Madeline are watching this on a surveillance monitor.
Operations: What do you think?
Madeline: I'll observe him for a couple of hours. Then we'll have a talk. (she smiles, anticipating having fun with him)
Operations: I'll tolerate only so much from this kid. If he doesn't cooperate, wear him down.

She tells him that Birkoff will inform him what he will have to do.

NIKITA'S APARTMENT

Nikita is asleep. Barrie knocks on her door loudly.
Nikita: Hold on! (she goes to the door) Barrie. You're up late.
Barrie: Oh, I'm sorry, did I wake you up?
Nikita: What's up?
Barrie: I've been in my apartment going through the classifieds and...
Nikita: Any luck?
Barrie: No, not yet, but I'll make some phone calls tomorrow, you know, so...
Nikita: Yeah. Want to come on in?
Barrie: I, I really can't I just, I just uh... uh...
Nikita: Is there something wrong?
Barrie: Yes and no, not really, but there's favor I'd like to ask of you.
Nikita: Sure, what is it?
Barrie: Could you hold on to this for me just for a couple of days?
Nikita: What's in it?
Barrie: Oh, uh, jewelry, heirlooms, that sort of thing.
Nikita: But I don't understand.
Barrie: Oh you see, Denise will send a couple of lawyers tomorrow, they're gonna do a discovery, they're gonna search the whole place. This divorce is really getting crazy.
Nikita: I, I'd really rather not.
Barrie: (sighs) Yeah, I know what you mean, you can't be too careful. Really, there's nothing in there spectacular, just you know, some stuff, my dad's coin collection, this ring, my grandmother bought this ring from Russia in 1897 and I, she never sold it even when things got tough and I...
Nikita: That's pretty.
Barrie: Yeah, I don't know what it's worth but it means a lot to me. I'd hate for those lawyers to end up with it.
Nikita: All right.
Barrie: All right, I'll come back tomorrow after the lawyers have finished fishing around and get it together, Ok?
Nikita: Ok. Bye.

GREG'S ROOM

Madeline enters the room. She has being studying him via camera from her office. Greg turns around from his computer.
Madeline: I see you've made yourself at home.
Greg: I couldn't care less about this crap, I'm just bored.
Madeline: We don't want that.
Greg: (snorts) There's some hint that you're gonna tell me what I'm doing here.
Madeline: In a bit.
Greg: Ok. What about Birkoff? Seymour Birkoff, age 21, 135 lbs, 28 division sys admin for every host on this land. Should I contiue?
Madeline: (in her serene-no-way-you-can-rattle-me-voice) We let you roam through an outer non secured area of the network to give you something to do.
Greg: Gee, thanks. You think I can't dig deeper?!
Madeline: If you did, and by some fluke happen onto something classified, you would never go home again. Never see your mother again. Your life would be over. We've gone to a great deal of trouble to protect you. Don't work against us, Gregory.
Greg: What are you guys? Secret service? Interpol?
Madeline: We need you to break a code.
Greg: That's it? Break a code? Why didn't you just ask me?
Madeline: Couldn't take a chance that you or your mother might object. It needs to be done immediately.
Greg: What if I don't do it?
Madeline: You'll do it.

SYSTEMS

Madeline walks up to Birkoff.
Madeline: He's ready.
Birkoff: Great.
Madeline: Birkoff, remember, this is not about who's smarter then whom.
Birkoff: Yeah, I know.
Madeline: He'll challenge you. Stay above it. We have an objective and a deadline.
Birkoff nods.

GREG'S ROOM

Greg: Hey, hey, it's Birkoff. Come on in! How is it going, Birkoff? Good. You know what, I wish you guys would let me in deeper cause there's really not too much more I can fix here.
Birkoff: Fix?
Greg: Yeah, you had some bad modification dates in your master symbol table.
Birkoff: Which one?
Greg: Don't worry, I've fixed it.
Birkoff: Let's just get to work, Ok? Then you can go back to your mommy.
Greg: So, you're the guy who couldn't break the code.
Birkoff: Yeah, I haven't devoted my entire life to one obscure corner of technology.
Greg: Non-linear of your principle component. Yeah! I remember that. Six moths actually. It was fun. I did it at UCLA, I learned to surf that summer.
Birkoff: Here it is.
Greg: Let's take a look. Um, it's gotta an outer shell, it's a big decoy. *IF* you're 6 years old!!
Birkoff takes a deep breath and tries to hold on to what is remaining of his patience.
Greg: So, what is this place?
Birkoff: Just work.
Greg: What's the matter, Birkoff? Can't you chew gum and walk in the same time? What did they do? Kidnap you, too?
Greg looks up and Birkoff doesn't answer, he just looks down.
Greg: Ok, watch this. (The computer starts to decode the code.) You like that, um?
Birkoff: The function was in the program.
Greg: I know. So, what do you wanna do now?
Birkoff: What do you mean? You're done?
Greg: Of course not, Einstein, it's gotta cycle through.
Birkoff: How long is it gonna take?
Greg: On that piece of crap? I don't know, 12 hours.
Birkoff: Can it go any faster?
Greg: Not unless you got a multi-threaded OS hanging in the back cave.
Birkoff: Yeah, we got one (only one? I got a few of them at work :P). I can't take you there.
Greg: Patch me in. Read-only, I can't touch anything. You'll have your code in 2 hours.
Birkoff: I can't give you that kind of access.
Greg: You're right, it's safer to have a guy like me outside the firewall, it's not like we're in a hurry or anything.
Greg relaxes on a Star Trek kind of bed, while Birkoff is thinking about it. Finally Birkoff picks up a wire from the ceiling and hooks it to the computer. It almost looks like medical equipment.
Birkoff: All right. I'll go up. Open the channel.
Greg: Good, I can get out of here.
Birkoff: That would be nice.

MADELINE'S OFFICE

Michael: I have just heard from Birkoff. Greg was successful, he broke the code.
Madeline: What did it tell us?
Michael: The transmission was sent from a small village in South Africa.
Madeline: Good, prepare a team.

SYSTEMS

Nikita walks up to Birkoff, who is as usual, on the computer.
Nikita: Hey. So the wonder boy came through.
Birkoff: Yeah.
Nikita: Don't mope, Birkoff, it doesn't become you.
Birkoff: You know what really bug me? I was just like him when I was his age, thought I had *all* the answers.
Nikita: But he does.
Birkoff: No, he doesn't. He's got everybody fooled. He's an one trick pony.
Nikita: Ok, so when's pony going home?
Birkoff: That's your job.
Nikita: I'm not on Team 1?
Birkoff: You're Gregy's ride home.
Nikita: Don't worry, Birkoff, you are still *my* favorite overachiever.
She stands up, kisses him on the cheek and winks at him. (That was really sweet of her.)

Nikita goes to Greg's room to pick him up.
Nikita: I got good news, Greg, you're going home. Greg? Greg?
The room is empty. She goes to the comm..
Nikita: Birkoff, I thought you said he was in his room. Did someone come to pick him up?
Birkoff: No. Why? Is everything Ok?
Nikita: Yeah, he's here. Never mind.
The computer screen flashes a cartoon with the logo "GONE FISHING"
Nikita realizes the consequences if section found out that Greg managed to get up and saw stuff he was not suppose to. She slips into Systems, and starts checking all the surveillance cameras. She finally finds Greg on a catwalk overlooking a team that is planning a mission.
Nikita grabs Greg from behind, with her hand over his mouth.
Nikita: Listen to me carefully, has anybody seen you? Yes or no?
Greg shakes his head.
Nikita: This is what I'm gonna do. I am going to put this hood on your head, we are out of here. If anybody has found out you have seen this place, you will never leave here . . . EVER. Do you understand? Do you understand?
Greg nods. Nikita removes her hand from his mouth.
Greg whispers: I don't want to leave. I don't, I don't want to leave. Have you seen that stuff? They got 10 time more resources down there then any think tank I ever wanted me to work with.
Nikita: You are not hearing me.
Greg: I'm hearing you just fine. I am never going to get out, blah, blah, blah. But you forget whom I am. Computers control this whole compound, and who control the computers? I DO.
Nikita: What about your mother?
Greg: If I miss her, I'll leave. I can find a way, believe me. But that's going to be a while, cause I like it here.
Nikita: Do you know what this place is? Do you have any idea what they do here?
Greg: I don't know. Intelligence gathering for some multinational corporation. Who cares? Whoever you are, those are some really expensive toys, you've got enough all ready dolls to do some really serious damage.
Nikita: You're going home.
Greg: Ok, aren't you forgetting something, Barbie? I've already seen this place. I'm gonna tell somebody and they'll make me stay...
She puts the hood back on his head.
Nikita: Say a word, I'll break your neck. (Greg groans in approval) Good. Walk slowly, boy.
Greg: Where are we going?
Nikita: I wanna show you something.
Nikita brings Greg into a room that has a mirrored wall connected to a white room. Inside a white room, a man is steel chained to a structure, being tortured by two operatives. He is making these animalistic noises in pain.
Nikita: You like that? Cause you better get used to it if you want to hang here. Happens everyday.
Greg: What is he? Some kind of criminal?
Nikita: No, that's Dave, he works here.
Greg: Why are they doing that to him?
Nikita: He made a mistake, had lunch with an old girlfriend in London.
Greg: I don't get it.
Nikita: They thought maybe he told her about this place. He probably didn't, but they wanted to make sure . . . before they kill him.
Greg is in tears.
Nikita: Now we're gonna get back to your room and get your things, and then we're gonna leave. And you'll never tell anybody about any of this. Right?
Greg nods.

Nikita and Greg (who is hooded), make their way to the loading dock. All the sudden, an operative walks in front of them. Nikita turns around, Madeline and another operative is coming from behind.
Madeline: Bring the boy.
Greg: No, no, leave me alone.
Madeline takes his hood off.
Greg: What are you doing? I'm going to see stuff.
Madeline: You already have. I tried to warn you Greg. Take him.
Greg is lead away by the operatives.
Madeline: So, what do we do about you now?
Nikita: He's a teenage boy with an extraordinary mind. Who know what he will accomplish and how many people will benefit if he lives? You want to lock him up because that's what the rule book says?
Madeline: Your point is well taken. But these aren't easy decisions, I don't enjoy making them.
Nikita: I think you do. I think you go home to bed every night hoping someone will screw up so you can make your hard decisions.
Madeline: I'll overlook this incident for now. But we will be watching you more closely.
It looks like she's letting Nikita go because she doesn't want to appear as cruel as Nikita accused her of being.

MISSION

Michael and his team are on an airplane heading toward the target.
Michael: Birkoff, are you there?
Birkoff: Are you seeing it too?
Michael: Why is the pick-up moving?
Birkoff: I don't know, we're supposed to be locked on.
Michael: Could the target be moving?
Birkoff: Not 3 times the speed of sound.
Michael: What does it mean?
Birkoff: It means, the sequence Greg extracted from the code is self-modifying.
Michael: A virus?
Birkoff: Could be. Maybe Amadeus didn't catch it. I'll see if I can separate some clean data, give me a minute here.

NIKITA'S APARTMENT

Nikita hears noises coming from Barrie's apartment. She opens her door a fraction, and watches as two men dressed in black come out of his apartment.
Barrie: No, no, you got the wrong guy, I gut it straight from the lower if you like ask Rod, not me.
Man: Be back in an hour, you better have it Barrie.
Nikita closes the door, and opens the box Barrie gave her for safekeeping. She finds a hidden compartment, and about ½ kilogram of heroin.

THE PERCH

Greg is brought to Operations.
Operations: Thank you.
Greg: Yeah, thanks.
Operations: That was a stupid thing you did, Greg. Unfortunately, this place cannot tolerate mistakes, you've seen that.
Greg: Spare me lecture, old folks. You're going to let me go or not?
Operations: No, we're not.
Greg: You may want to reconsider that.
Operations: And why would I want to do that?
Greg: Ask Birkoff.
Operations: Birkoff?
Birkoff: Sir, I'm sorry. We're in the middle of multiple anomaly.
Operations: What's wrong?
Birkoff: The decoded sequence is generating a virus that is bleeding into the system.
Operations: The entire system?
Birkoff: Yeah.
Greg: (smug) I might be able to fix that for you.

SYSTEMS

Operatives are running around trying to fix the problems caused by the virus.
Roberta: Team three come in.
Operative: We're not receiving. Are you there?
Birkoff: Use analog.
Roberta: But it's not secure.
Birkoff: Doesn't matter. All our digital channels have been corrupted by this thing. Doesn't acknowledge the central process. Kill it. All native com., find out a suitable warp out of the narrow band. It's getting worse. Communication integrity is down to 80%.
Operations: How many planes are in mission?
Birkoff: Three. Two of them are grounded.
Operations: And Michael?
Birkoff: He's been holding pattern outside of York heights. We're still trying to figure out if the location we've extracted from the code is real.
Operations: Greg said he can make this problem go away if we let him go.
Birkoff: I'm sorry, I should have seen this coming.
Operations: This is just a game for him and we can't let him win. Can you get us out of this?
Birkoff: No, he is too good.

NIKITA'S APARTMENT

Barrie knocks on the door. Nikita is eating an apple
Nikita: Hi Barrie.
Barrie: Hi Nikita, I need, uh, I need that thing back. (he has a bruise on his forehead)
Nikita: Come on in.
Barrie: I really, I'm in really a hurry.
Nikita: Sure. (she goes upstairs to get the box) So why in such a hurry?
Barrie: Oh, it's uh, it's just been a crazy day. Thank you.
Nikita: I'm listening.
Barrie: Oh no, no, it's just personal stuff, it's not important.
Nikita: So, how's the kids? Or was that a lie too? Well, if you want the box back you need to tell me what's going on.
Barrie: What are you talking about?
Nikita: Barrie, what are you doing with half a kilogram of heroin?
Barrie: Look, it's not what you think, I've never done this before. I lost my job and my family, and if I can just get enough money to get back on my feet I can get us back together again.
Nikita: Selling drugs?
Barrie: Just, just this once, just till I get back on my feet.
Nikita: Then why am I holding it for you?
Barrie: Ok, I got greedy and I skimmed a little, I didn't think anybody would notice.
Nikita: They did.
Barrie: It doesn't matter because I'm just gonna give it back to them and that's gonna be the end of it.
Nikita: That's crap!
Barrie: I guess I was wrong about you, I thought you were my friend.
He tries to take the box, Nikita puts her hand on it.
Nikita: I am.
There's a knock on Barrie's door.
Barrie: That's them, Ok, I got to go now.
Nikita: Hey guys, we're in here. We got your heroin.
Barrie panics. The guys come into Nikita's apartment.
Dealer: What's going on, Barrie?
Barrie: You know, I forgot, I left it in here. Hold on.
He opens the box but the heroin is gone.
Barrie: Where is it?
Nikita: I flushed it down the toilet.
Barrie: She's kidding, right?
Nikita: No, I'm not. You see, all the people who sell drugs, they sell it to kids. That makes them addicted.
Dealer: I don't know who you are, but you got to come up with those bags right now, Ok?
Nikita: (nods, looks scared, playing along) Sure, Ok. Can you put down the gun, please? Barrie, will you tell him to put down the gun?
Nikita dispatches the two thugs.
Nikita: (to Barrie) Leave. Leave!
Barrie: What?
Nikita: Just pack up your things and go now.
Barrie: But what's gonna happen?
Nikita: Go.
She picks up the phone and puts on some shoes. Barrie leaves in a hurry.
Nikita: Three five seven black. (it's probably a code) I've been exposed. Send housekeeping.

GREG'S ROOM

Birkoff: Guess you've heard, they're letting you go.
Greg: Ha ha, there's a surprise. Ok, we're out and killed most of the virus. I'm not gonna kill it all till I'm safe.
Birkoff: Sure.
Greg: And I suppose you don't have to tell a smart boy like you that if the file is left unattended it's going to come back worse than before.
Birkoff: I know, Greg, it's your world, we just live in it.
Greg: You know what? I've never thought about it like that, Seymour, but you're probably right.
Birkoff throws him his backpack.
Greg: Thanks.

MADELINE'S OFFICE

Operations: Your cover story will be that you were kidnapped and later recovered by the FBI.
Birkoff: Who were the kidnappers?
Operations: Bulgarian nationalists.
Greg: It's not bad. Ok, they wanted me to help them develop a system for their gamma project. They were in fight with the NSA.
Madeline: Before we can release you, you'll have to sign several non-disclosure statements. Then take a binding oath with an international officer.
Operations: You got a problem with that?
Greg: It depends on what's in the statement.
Madeline: I'm sure that if the language is not to your liking you won't have any difficulty in suggesting alternatives we can all live with.
Greg: Sure, I'd be happy to help you out with it.
Operations: Birkoff will be going with you. As soon as you're back home you'll be giving him the correction.
Greg: No problemo.
Madeline and Operations look at each other amused and contempt.

GREG'S HOME

Greg's mother come out, crying.
Greg: It's Ok, mom, it's Ok, I'm right here, right here. Ok.
He types something on Birkoff's laptop.
Greg: It's so simple when you know what you're doing.
The computer screen shows "virus terminated".
Greg: That's it.
Birkoff: Not yet. Hey, Roberta, it's me. Check up the file N-6 dot back.
Roberta: Yeah, I can read it.
Birkoff: Are you online to Johannesburg?
Roberta: We're on.
Birkoff: Ok, you're up and running. Clear. (to Greg) See you later.
Greg: Yeah, too bad you're stuck here, I can always use another assistant.
Greg goes to his mother who is surrounded by two section operatives and hugs her.
Birkoff: Ok, Roberta, it's me again. I want you to do a warm boot on the entire system.
Roberta: The entire system? If we're not clean we'll lose too much data.
Birkoff: It's the only way to know for sure.
Greg: (in the back, to his mom) They didn't hurt you or anything?
Roberta: Ok. We're up and running.
Birkoff: Ok, we're done. (he closes the case of the laptop) Pays off.
Greg notices that the operatives are still surrounding him.
Greg: What are you guys still doing here?
Nikita: (voice from behind him) You're going with them.
He turns around and it was his mother speaking. She rips a latex mask off and it's Nikita.
Nikita: I am sorry Greg, you should have listened.
Greg: What you're gonna do with me?
Nikita: We're gonna take you back.
Greg: For how long?
Nobody answers, but all of their faces say "forever".
Greg: God. What about my mom? Where's my mom?
Nikita: She won't even know that we're here.
Greg: Am I ever gonna see her again?
Nikita doesn't answer, just puts a hand on his shoulder. The answer is no.

MADELINE'S OFFICE

Operations enters the office.
Operations: Michael just got back from Johannesburg.
Madeline: And?
Operations: The location was destroyed. We brought back hostiles.
Madeline: What about the hardware?
Operations: Restricted. It's being reverse engineered.
Madeline: Who's behind it?
Operations: Oh, just another group of insane misfits empowered by technology. Another day at the office?
Madeline smiles.
Operations: What about Hillinger?
Madeline: I am working on an integration program.
Operations: What is his survival likelihood?
Madeline: Over 92%, actually. He's a surprisingly good match.
Operations smile completely drops. He really, really did not like Greg.

NIKITA'S APARTMENT

Nikita has being working out, probably as a way to work out her anger. She opens the fridge, grabs the milk and finishes the entire carton. She throws the empty carton into the garbage. She moves away, the camera focuses on the milk carton. On the side of the carton was a picture of Gregory Hillinger's, with the caption "HAVE YOU SEEN ME?" under it.

THE END
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