A Time For Every Purpose
Transcript by Christine and Dana

MARKETPLACE

It's daylight, and Nikita strolls through a marketplace where vendors have their wares and merchandise laid out on tables. Crowds mill about the area, purchasing, and looking over the merchandise. The atmosphere is bustling energy.
Nikita's manner is somewhat downtrodden as she walks along. She sees a couple kissing on a bench and stops. She sort of smiles, then moves on her way. As she walks, an arm suddenly reaches out from the side and grabs her by the shoulder. Nikita gasps and begins struggling against the assailant, shoving him back against a nearby concrete wall. She sees it is Michael. He gasps with pain, and slumps, clearly injured.
Nikita: Michael?
She sees he is seriously injured.
Nikita: Michael! What happened?
She is supporting him, to keep him upright.
Michael: I got Adam out.
Having said that, he slumps down from the pain, nearly passing out. Nikita crouches before him, watching him with concern, as he head lolls forward and he fights the urge to black out. She leads him a bench, where he sits carefully, still gasping and in pain.
Nikita: Where's Adam?
Michael: It's better if you don't know.
She is confused, has many questions, but it's clear he's not in any shape to say much.
Nikita: How'd you get out?
As he tells her, he begins to flash back on the events that occurred as he rescued Adam. With each memory, he explains.
Flashback: We see Adam sitting alone in the cell at the Collective Headquarters.
Michael: They showed me where Adam was.
Flashback: Michael looks at how many guards he has to take down in order to get to Adam.
Michael: They didn't think I'd make a move.
Flashback: The two guards turn their backs on Michael.
Michael: But I didn't trust them, so I... so I took a chance.
Flashback: Michael jumps a nearby guard and takes his gun from him. He shoots the lock off the cell door. In the meantime, the other two guards turn back, but Michael shoots both of them down. He kicks open the cell door, and Adam looks up. Michael holds out his gloved hand to Adam, who reaches up to take it, saying, “Daddy!” Holding Adam's hand in one hand, and a gun in the other, Michael begins making his way through the Collective headquarters. He takes out one man after another as they encounter them, while Adam looks about at the men dropping about them with shock.
Michael's face is quiet and drawn, as if the memory is painful. Nikita touches his shoulder in understanding.
Michael: I took Adam to a safe place. He'll be fine for a couple of days.
Nikita: (nodding) Are you sure you haven't been followed?
Michael: Yes. But, they're looking for me.
Sitting on the bench, she is supporting him, and he is slumped a bit, gasping from the pain, and clearly not well. Nikita reaches to open his coat to inspect his wound, and he gasps from her touch.
Nikita: Michael, you're hurt. More than you want to admit.
He continues to gasp from the pain.
Michael: Take me back to Section. I can guide a team back to the Collective's headquarters.
Nikita thinks about this, her main concern being that Michael is too hurt to guide anyone. She doesn't fight him on this though, but rather helps him to stand, to take him back to Section.

COMM

We see a blonde woman in her 40's striding across the main area of Section, accompanied by an man. Quinn sits at her workstation in Comm, while Jason stands before her desk. They are both watching the woman and man.
Quinn: Who are those two?
Jason: Kelly and Monk from Oversight. Our lucky runners up.
Quinn: To what?
Jason: Daddy offered Nikita Operations' post. She turned it down in a big way.
Quinn sits back in her chair, her arms crossed.
Quinn: So... one of those two is going to be in charge of my life.
Jason: I'm afraid so, darling.
Quinn: Any difference between them?
Jason takes a seat next to Quinn.
Jason: I worked with both of them at Oversight. Kelly's a pain. Nothing's ever good enough for him.
Quinn: What about Monk?
Jason: Good woman. Smart, great attitude, she'd be a good choice.
Quinn raises her eyebrows.
Quinn: Good woman? Great attitude? Somehow that doesn't sound like you, Jason. Now won't you tell me what you really think of her?
Jason: She's a jerk too, but I did a couple of favors for her over at Oversight. She owes me. Big time. If she takes over, I'll have it pretty cushy.
He smiles, pleased with himself.
Quinn: Ah. The real Jason's back. So... how you going to rig the election then?
Jason: I don't know yet. I'm gonna talk to Walter. See if he can help me poison Kelly.
Quinn just grins and shakes her head. Jason leans forward, putting a finger to his lips to say, "mum's the word". Quinn waves him off, and he walks off.

MUNITIONS

Walter stands in Munitions, working at his table. His face is spooked, as he is clearly worried about something. We see that Jason stands next to him.
Walter: Myra Monk? Are you sure?
Jason: Yeah. You know her?
Walter: All too well.
Walter looks spooked, wide-eyed and nervous.
Jason: What's wrong?
Walter: If she takes over the Perch, I'm toast. Toast! You can forget the Farm. I'll be sent right to abeyance. I'll be dead in week!
He leans over his table, hand on his chin. He's agitated. Jason's face brightens with understanding.
Jason: You did her.
Walter: Worse than that. I didn't do her.
Jason: You lost me.
Walter: About twenty years ago, I was assigned to a Spec Ops at Oversight. She was in charge. Well, we found ourselves in Paris, we had 36 hours downtime, and she insisted that we spend it in bed.
Jason: What's wrong with that?
Walter: I had other plans!
Jason: Another girl?
Walter: No! A woman. I turned her down, and for months after that, she put me in every deadly situation that came along!
Jason is fully amused by this tale. He puts an arm around Walter's shoulder good-naturedly, not convinced that Walter isn't over-reacting.
Jason: That was a long time ago.
Walter: Hmmph!
Jason: I'm sure she's over it.
Walter: Oooooh, no! No. You don't know her.
Jason: Actually, I do. I spent some time in Oversight, got to know her a bit.
Walter feels hope now. He puts a hand on Jason's shoulder.
Walter: You gotta help me, Jas.
Jason: (mocking) What do you want me to do?
Walter: Get something on her. Put it right there, in front of Jones.
Jason: That could backfire on me.
Walter: On you! I could dead! C'mon, Jas. Help me? Please?
Jason merely regards Walter noncommittally.

VAN ACCESS

The Van Access door swings open. Two Medical personnel walk in, just as Nikita helps Michael through the tunnel.
Nikita: Get him to Medical.
The two medics take a hold of him on either side, supporting him, while Nikita enters Section. Quinn waits outside the access door.
Nikita: Where's Jones?
Quinn: In the Perch. He'll do the profile himself, after I debrief Michael.
Michael and the medics step out of the tunnel, and stop. Michael is slumped, being supported. He holds his left side.
Michael: No. I need to brief Jones personally.
Quinn: Why?
Michael: There are certain things only he will understand.
Quinn: I don't think that's a good id...
Michael looks at Nikita, cutting off Quinn.
Michael: (to Nikita) I don't have time for this!
Nikita: (to Quinn) Tell Jones to meet us in Medical.
Nikita takes Michael's right arm, and helps the nurse lead Michael to Medical.

MEDICAL

Michael sits on a gurney. He still wears a long brown coat. The nurse goes to give him a shot in the neck, but he raises his left arm, blocking her.
Michael: Not yet!
Nikita: At least let them give you an anesthetic.
Michael: The pain keeps me focused.
Nikita: (to medics) Come back in ten minutes.
The medics leave. As they wait for Mr. Jones, Michael sits quietly, clearly in pain, while Nikita waits silently, concerned but trusting Michael to know what's best for himself. The door swings open, and Mr. Jones walks in followed by a bodyguard.
The guard closes the door and stands beside it, while Mr. Jones stands before Michael.
Mr. Jones: Hello.
Michael shifts his gaze to the bodyguard a moment.
Mr. Jones: I was glad to hear that Adam is safe.
Michael: Thank you.
Mr. Jones: We'll get you patched up soon. In the meantime, tell me what you know.
Michael: Refraction sequence will be in effect soon. If it's not already.
Mr. Jones: And, their failsafe protocol?
Michael: There are two contingencies.
Just then a wall monitor beeps, showing that a download is complete. They look over at it.
Mr. Jones: Ah... I did ask Quinn to download...
Just then Michael springs from the gurney, rushes the bodyguard, and slams him in the face, knocking him out. By the time, Nikita reacts, Michael has the guard's gun aimed at Mr. Jones. Nikita aims her gun at Michael.
Nikita: (surprised) What are you doing?
Michael is suddenly standing erect, no longer gasping, but fully in control of the situation.
Mr. Jones: Well now... congratulations on your miraculous recovery.
Michael: The Collective still has Adam.
Nikita is stunned.
Nikita: You lied to me?
Michael: Yes.
She is surprised, but Mr. Jones has it all figured out.
Mr. Jones: They want to make a trade - me for the boy.
Michael merely holds Nikita's look.
Mr. Jones: Shoot him, Nikita.
Michael: Nikita. It's the only way to keep Adam alive. Once they've released him, I'll find a way to get your father out.
Mr. Jones: He has been consistently deceiving us. Do not trust him!
Nikita continues to look across the room into Michael's eyes, trying to read him. As she makes her decision, she slowly lowers her gun. Mr. Jones shakes his head. Michael nods that she made the right choice. Only now does Michael look at Mr. Jones.
Michael: Let's go.
Nikita looks over to her father, who continues to shake his head. Michael then opens the door, and leads Mr. Jones out at gunpoint. Nikita follows.

COLLECTIVE HEADQUARTERS

Haled sits at a table, when his phone beeps.
Haled: Yes?
Michael: (voice) I have Jones.
Haled: Good. Bring him in.
Michael: No. I want to hand him off to you, not to Graff.
Haled: (voice) Why?
Michael: I don't trust Graff.
Haled: It doesn't matter who you trust!
Michael: (voice) You used to be Graff's equal. Now you work for him. Doesn't that bother you?
Haled: What are you trying to say?
Michael: If you brought in Jones yourself, things might change.
Haled looks over to where Graff is sitting, giving out orders. Michael's words have had their impact on Haled.
Graff: (in the background) No, no. It's my decision and my decision alone.
Haled: I'll send you the location.
Michael: Bring Adam.
Haled: All right.
Michael shuts off his phone.

COMM

Jason sits at Comm watching an overhead monitor. He calls to another op at the next workstation.
Jason: Perry. Perry!
Perry doesn't even acknowledge him. Jason stands, going over to Perry.
Jason: (singsong) Per-ree!
He stands at Perry's side. Perry looks over to him.
Jason: Perry, I put a hold on that relay to Two! I want wait for the results of the Athen's operation.
Someone walks up, and Jason turns to find Myra, the woman Walter is afraid of, standing there.
Myra: No. Send it now.
Jason: Myra.
She stares down Jason.
Myra: Whatever way it falls in Athens, Two needs that information, and the sooner the better.
She has a confident, no-nonsense, don't mess with me manner.
Myra: Hello, Jason. I trust you can still be counted on.
Jason steps up to her.
Jason: What are you doing here, Myra?
Myra: Jones wants Kelly and me to run Section for a few days. Before he makes his choice.
Jason: Where is Jones? I've been trying to reach him.
Jason's manner toward Myra is cocky.
Myra: He's been called away for a few days. I'm covering Comm while he's gone.
Jason: Did he give you a code?
She holds up a disk. Jason takes it from her, and slips it in a drive. He finds what he's looking for.
Jason: All right.
He swivels his chair to face her.
Jason: I'll forward everything to you.
He points at her for effect.
Myra: Well, good. Let's talk.
She walks off, and Jason follows. She leads him into Systems, to an empty area.
Myra: I assume you know what's going on.
Jason: You and Kelly are both up for Operations.
Myra: That's right, and I intend to get it. Can I count on you to help?
Jason: I'm not sure what I can do.
Myra: I want a list. Three columns: Allies, Detractors, and... Irrelevant.
Jason doesn't seem pleased at the prospect of doing her bidding.
Myra: What's the problem?
Jason: I don't know how to make those evaluations. Most of these people don't know you.
Myra: You know my politics. You can do it.
They stare each other down.
Jason: Okay.
Myra smiles triumphantly.
Myra: Good.
She exits the area, leaving Jason alone. She crosses the Main Area, running into Walter. As she approaches him, her step slows and her smile fades. She stops before him and looks at him a moment without mirth, before moving past him dismissively.
As Walter goes to Munitions, his face registers concern that she hasn't in fact forgiven him.

JONES/ADAM TRADE

We see what appears to be a large, concrete abandoned building. Inside it, Mr. Jones sits in an empty, concrete room.
Mr. Jones: You know your profile does not suggest that you would jeopardize global security for any one person. Not even your son.
As he speaks, Michael cuffs him.
Mr. Jones: Nor does it suggest that you would encourage Nikita to murder her own father.
Michael just ignores him.
Mr. Jones: You know the Collective will want you to perform many more tricks...
Michael goes to the door to leave. He stops, looking back to Mr. Jones.
Mr. Jones: ... before they release your son. Handing me over is simply the first.
Michael gives no indication that Mr. Jones' words have had an impact.
Michael: If you need anything... knock.
Michael closes the door on Mr. Jones.
Outside the door, another set of doors opens, and Haled leads in a group of four men. Michael steps up to meet them.
Michael: Where's my son?
Haled: He's safe.
Michael: We agreed you would bring him.
Haled: Give me Jones first. There may be one or two other services we need from you. Then, we'll discuss the release of the boy.
Michael merely stands before him, saying and doing nothing.
Haled: If you want to see your son, give us Jones.
Michael: Over there.
They look to the door of the room Michael has stowed Mr. Jones. Haleds looks to one of his men.
Haled: Open it.
As the man goes to do as ordered, Michael turns to face the door also. His manner is quiet and thoughtful. As the man gets to the door, Michael passes a hand over his forehead nervously.
Haled swings open the door, only to find Nikita standing there, her gun drawn. She shoots the man down. Michael immediately turns and takes out the other three men, leaving the black Collective colleague alive. Nikita walks out of the room. Mr. Jones is not in it.
Haled: That was not smart.
Michael rears back his fist and punches Haled in the face, knocking him to the ground. As he tries to get up, Michael rushes and grabs him up by the collar, shoving him to a wall. Michael holds a gun beneath the man's throat.
Michael: Where's my son?
Haled: You just killed him.
Michael: If he dies, you die.
Haled: You think you can trade me for the boy? Graff won't make that deal.
Michael: Then let's take Graff out of the equation.
Nikita: With Graff gone, you'll be in charge. We'll give you the Collective; you give us Adam.
Michael: Or, I can kill you right now. It's your choice.
Haled: What do you want?
Nikita: When is he vulnerable over the next twenty-four hours?
Haled thinks over his options, before making his choice.
Haled: He's making a weapons purchase tomorrow morning.
This satisfies Michael, who releases the man, and shoves him away.
Later on...
They've set up a laptop on a table in the same building. Nikita sits at the edge of the table, when Michael walks in. He has just stowed the Collective man somewhere, though we don't see this happen.
Michael: Haled's secured.
He walks over to the laptop.
Nikita: He's been out of the Collective for a while. What if Graff gets suspicious, cancels the purchase?
There is definite tension between Michael and Nikita. It's clear she is torn between trusting Michael and hurting her father. Her back is to Michael.
Michael: We'll think of another plan.
Nikita: Like what?
Michael: I don't know.
Nikita: He's my father, Michael.
Michael: He hasn't been much of one.
Nikita: I won't hand him over to the Collective to be tortured and killed.
Michael thinks of this, but will not budge.
Michael: Adam's my son. I won't let him die.
He moves to stand at her side, handing her gun to her.
Michael: We have to go.
She looks up at him, and they just look into each other's eyes for a long time, before she stands, snatches the gun out of his hand, and walks off. Michael follows, carrying a small, black bag.

GRAFF WEAPON PURCHASE

We see a huge abandoned warehouse. Michael and Nikita are hidden in an upper level where they have a good view of the empty warehouse below. Nikita mans a long-range rifle with scope and silencer attached, while Michael stands beside her, watching for Graff.
Bay doors open and vehicles drive inside, two vans followed by a limo. Nikita looks through her scope, which has infrared-type ability, allowing her to see inside the black-tinted limo windows. She sees Graff seated in the back seat. Men begin emerging from the vans, guns in hand. The limo driver gets out, rounds the front of the limo and meets up with the other men from the vans, approximately ten men are in the area.
As Michael and Nikita watch the men in the distance below them, Michael starts to move off.
Michael: I'll get a different angle.
He leaves, while Nikita continues to focus her site on Graff, still inside the limo.
The men below complete their transaction, and begin to move back to their respective vehicles. The limo driver goes to Graff's side of the limo. The window lowers, showing Graff clearly.
Nikita: I've got a clear shot.
The limo driver hands something over to Graff, who says:
Graff: Good, good.
Just then, Nikita fires a shot, but hits the limo driver instead of Graff. She begins firing on the limo. The other men in the area look around them, trying to decipher where the shots are coming from. Nikita shoots the tires out of the limo, while the other men begin shooting up at her.
Michael appears on the other side of the warehouse, moving quickly down metal stairs and firing one shot after another as he does so. One van manages to get away, though the remaining men are all killed by Michael and Nikita. Nikita then rushes from her hiding spot on the upper level, moving to the limo to be sure Graff is dead. Michael gets to Graff's door, just as Nikita gets to the opposite door. They open the doors at the same time, their guns drawn. We see that Graff is upright, but dead. Nikita looks across Graff to Michael, who only looks at Graff. Nikita shuts the door on her side, while Michael shoots two more shots into Graff, before closing his door, and moving off.
Nikita stands there, clearly surprised by this, before she also moves off.

MUNITIONS

Jason walks through the Main Area, passing by Munitions, when Walter sees him.
Walter: Hey, Jas.
Jason stops.
Walter: Jas!
Jason then heads into Munitions.
Walter: You, uh... taking care of what we talked about?
Jason: Sort of.
Walter: Sort of?
Jason: It's complicated.
Walter: Oh... yeah... all right... you can do it, right?
Jason: (distant and noncommittal) I don't know yet.
Walter: (confused) You mean you don't know how you're gonna do it, or... if you want to do it?
Jason: Look, Walter, don't lay a guilt-trip on me, all right? You and my brother may have been close, but you and I don't go back that far.
Walter: I don't care how far back we go, if Myra gets the job, I'm dead!
Walter is incredulous, but Jason is unconcerned.
Walter: Keep her out of the Perch!
Jason: I can't. Mr. Jones has given her control of Comm. That means he's already made up his mind. Best I can do right now is cover my own ass.
Walter: So, you think you're smart just taking care of numero uno?
Jason: What else can you do in a place like this?
Walter: You take care of your friends, and your friends take care of you!
Jason: (chuckling) You're kidding, right?
Walter: Your brother gave his life to save everybody else's here. Anybody ever tell you that?
Jason: (stubborn) I'm not my brother.
Walter: (smiles) You know... I'm kinda glad that he never really got to know you.
He gives Jason a once-over.
Walter: He would have been ashamed.
Walter walks off, further into the Munitions area, while Jason saunters out.

ABANDONED BUILDING

We now see that Michael had chained Haled man inside a room to two pipes connected to a concrete wall. The door of the room opens, and Graff's dead body is thrown inside by Michael. Michael walks up to Haled.
Michael: We've done our part. Now I want my son.
From the door, Nikita watches.
Haled: I have to go back to the Collective to assume command. When that's settled, I'll deliver the boy.
Michael: How long?
Haled: I'll contact you on an open channel.
Michael thinks about this a moment, then uncuffs the man's hands. As the man walks out the door, Michael calls to him. Haled stops.
Michael: Haled.
The man turns.
Michael: Section's intel base is thorough.
Haled: What of it?
Michael: Recently you moved your family to Tunisia, a small village called Mendinee.
The man gets the message. He leaves. Michael walks over to Nikita.
Nikita: What now?
Michael: Release Jones. Take him back to Section.
Nikita: Are you sure?
Michael: I need Section resources to provide security for Adam's return. Jones will tell them to cooperate.
Nikita: After all we've done, I'm not so sure.
It's clear that Nikita is not sure she did the right thing by helping Michael, but that she trusted him enough to do so. Michael is also aware of her conflicting feelings.
Michael: He claims Section exists to protect the innocent. Let him prove it.

SECTION

We see several shots of Section, seeing that all areas are full of operatives busily working. In the Perch, Mr. Jones speaks with Myra. In Comm, Jason sits a laptop, when an incoming message arrives from the Collective.
Jason: Michael.
Michael sits at a computer, undisclosed location.
Michael: Yes.
Jason: It's from the Collective. A location.
Michael accesses the information from his computer, reads it, then stands and moves off quickly. From the Perch, Mr. Jones looks over to Jason, and exchanges a look.

ADAM RETRIEVAL

Michael and Nikita, both wearing black, knee-length coats walk through the snow, heading toward a location where Adam is being held. Jason monitors them from Comm.
Jason: You're in the grid. All clear. Coordinates indicate a small structure at the north end of the park.
Michael: Is the path still clear?
Jason: I'm sweeping now. Exterior looks good.
Nikita: What about inside the structure?
Jason: Infrared indicates warmth.
Nikita: A person?
Jason: Most likely.
Jason's laptop beeps. He looks over his shoulder.
Jason: Quinn?
Quinn: Yes?
Jason: I'm getting a reading here, but the intensity's diminishing.
His monitor shows a round red area slowly becoming blue. Quinn slides her chair over to see what he's looking at.
Quinn: It's cooling down.
Jason: Cooling down?
Quinn: What is it?
Jason: It should be Adam.
Quinn: Not anymore.
Jason: What do you mean?
Quinn: Temperature read out. Whoever it is, it's been dead at least a half-hour.
Jason: Oh no.
At the park, Michael and Nikita get to the structure and enter inside. They enter a public bathroom with a long row of stalls. Slowly, Michael walks past each stall, Nikita following. They glance into each stall they pass, finding each one empty. As they get closer to the last stall, Michael sees blood and stops, before slowly moving closer toward it. When he gets to the stall, he sees that Haled is dead on the floor. Michael closes his eyes in relief, and Nikita hangs her head before shaking it. Again, they have been duped, and are no closer to Adam.
Michael steps away from the body and begins walking out of the bathroom. His pace is much quicker.
Michael: I have to find out who's in charge now, and negotiate with them.
Nikita: What do you have to negotiate with?
Michael: Whatever they want.
He shoves open a door that leads to the outside, only to find they are surrounded by Section operatives, armed and waiting to take them back to Section.
Michael and Nikita survey the many operatives, seeing they are outnumbered.
Operative: Jones wants you back in Section. Now.

MUNITIONS

Walter stands in Munitions watching Myra in Comm, where she is speaking to Jason. She is laughing.
Myra: So did you have any luck with the list?
She sits at the edge of his desk.
Jason: Not yet.
Walter continues to watch.
Myra: Did you get done what I asked you to get done?
They continue speaking, and she laughs now and then, but the perspective is from Walter's view from Munitions.
Then, footsteps sound and Myra looks up to find two operatives, one of them is Mentz, have approached.
Operative: Come with us, please.
Myra looks at them confused, clears her throat, but doesn't fight them taking her away. As she is led out, Walter frowns with confusion, while Jason looks over to Walter slyly. Walter walks over to Jason. Jason turns back to his work.
Walter: What was that about?
Jason: I guess they found something in her file they didn't like.
He looks up at Walter blandly.
Walter: You have anything to do with it?
Jason maintains his fickle manner.
Jason: No. Why would I?
Walter thinks about this a moment, grinning.
Walter: My mistake.
As Walter walks away with a smile, Jason watches him leave with a grin on his face.

WHITE ROOM

Michael sits, restrained in the chair, when the door opens allowing Mr. Jones into the room. An operative also enters and takes a stand behind the chair.
Michael: Have you heard from the Collective?
Mr. Jones: No. They're obviously going through a change of leadership. Their behavior will therefore be erratic for some time.
Michael: Adam?
Mr. Jones: They still have him. They've moved their base, so we don't know where they're keeping him. There is one hope. I could contact them through an open channel and offer to exchange you for Adam.
Michael: Why would they accept?
Mr. Jones: Well, now that I am out of reach, it will let them save face and give them your complete knowledge of Section.
Michael: Why would you permit it?
Mr. Jones: Because you will commit suicide rather than give them that knowledge.
Michael: They'll be watching for that.
Mr. Jones holds up a small oval-shaped, white plastic piece.
Mr. Jones: This contains a membrane, which fits the roof of the mouth virtually undetectable. You press it hard with your tongue for five seconds. Five seconds later, you are dead.
He and Michael regard each other calmly.
Mr. Jones: You will now give me your word that you will use it the minute you know that Adam is safe.
Michael doesn't hesitate.
Michael: You have my word.
Mr. Jones now nods to the operative behind the chair, who releases Michael's wrist restraints. Mr. Jones hands the plastic membrane to Michael, who takes it, looks at it, then gets up from the chair and moves out.

OPERATIONS' LOFT

Mr. Jones stands before a wall monitor, when Nikita walks up behind him.
Nikita: Very clever.
He inclines his ear toward her, but doesn't look at her.
Nikita: What? You think you found a way to kill Michael that I'll find acceptable?
Mr. Jones: It is important to save the boy.
Nikita: The Collective have promised to let Adam go twice. Twice, they haven't done it. Why should it be any different this time?
Mr. Jones now turns to face her.
Mr. Jones: It is Adam's only chance, and Michael has agreed.
Nikita: Michael doesn't have a choice! You do.
Mr. Jones: (laughs) My dear girl, none of us have a choice. Least of all, me.
As she faces her father, her eyes fill with tears.
Nikita: Do you think with Michael gone, I'm gonna stay and run Section?
Mr. Jones: Well, we'll see.
A beeping sounds and he turns to look back to his monitor, while Nikita watches his back with defiant tears, shaking her head.
Mr. Jones: Ah. An answer's coming through from the Collective.
Nikita: (grits out) Never gonna happen.
Mr. Jones: We'll see.

ADAM/MICHAEL EXCHANGE

It's a cold, clear day outside, and we see a long, white bridge. On one end of the bridge, seven Collective men stand with Adam in their center, while on the other end, only Michael and Nikita approach the opposite end. As the walk, Michael looks across the long distance to Adam, while Nikita walks, wearing her sunglasses, and looking over to Michael.
They continue to walk together, walking onto the bridge.
Michael: You'll take care of Adam?
Nikita: I will.
They stop now, and Michael turns and faces Nikita. She does the same. She wears her sunglasses, but he does not. He just looks at her, seeing her for the last time.
Michael: Goodbye, Nikita.
Nikita: Goodbye, Michael.
Again, he just looks at her. The feeling is one of sadness, both knowing it's over between them. Michael holds out his gloved hand to her and she takes it, lifting it up to her lips, then covering it with her other hand. Michael remains strong, no emotion evident.
Nikita: Goodbye.
He then turns from her to start heading across the bridge alone. A voice calls out.
Mr. Jones: There's one last complication.
Michael stops and looks back. Nikita is also surprised. Mr. Jones stands there with four operatives. Mr. Jones hobbles closer to Michael and Nikita.
Mr. Jones: I'm afraid I lied.
He comes closer to them, and they wait to hear him.
Mr. Jones: It is not you they want. It's me.
Nikita starts with surprise, but stills immediately.
Mr. Jones: I do apologize for this whole charade, but you see, I had to make it appear convincing. We were under constant observation by my colleagues, and they certainly wouldn't allow me to give myself up.
Michael and Nikita listen.
Mr. Jones: So, it all comes down to you, Nikita. I need your promise that you will return to Section and become Operations, and eventually take over for me, as I had always planned.
Michael looks at Nikita, who is frowning and feeling the walls close up on her.
Mr. Jones: I cannot go, if you don't say yes.
He holds out his gloved hand, and within his palm lies the command key to Section. She hesitates, looking to her father a moment, before reaching out and taking the key from his hand. Michael understands that she has now made up her mind, and he looks to her as she says:
Nikita: Yes.
Mr. Jones: (smiles and nods) Good. One day you will realize it is the right decision.
Her manner indicates that her decision was based on having no alternative. She looks at the command key in her hand.
Mr. Jones: Always trust your father.
He smiles at her, and then begins to hobble forward to exchange himself for Adam. As he passes by Michael, Mr. Jones places a hand on his shoulder then continues down the bridge toward the Collective men.
Holding the key in her hand, Nikita and Michael and the other operatives watch Mr. Jones walk down the bridge. A poignant song plays in the background. Michael watches as Adam is released and begins to head down the bridge toward the other side. Michael walks closer down the bridge to wait for Adam.
The song says: I awake to find no peace of mind...
Adam passes Mr. Jones on the bridge. As Adam gets closer, Michael calls to him.
Michael: Adam!
Adam looks up and recognizes Michael.
Adam: Daddy?
Then he fully recognizes Michael.
Adam: Daddy! Daddy!
He begins running for Michael. Michael crouches, embracing his son in his arms. Michael's face is happy and relieved to have his son, while in the distance Nikita watches them, her sadness and sacrifice evident.
As Michael holds Adam to him, we see Mr. Jones is now standing before the Collective men. They raise their guns and shoot him down. Nikita's head jerks up at the sound of the shots, and she sees her father drop unceremoniously to the ground, dead. She lunges forward, but an operative holds her back. Michael stands, seeing Mr. Jones get killed, and he looks back to Nikita, who breathes hard with emotion.
The Collective men walk away leaving Mr. Jones on the ground. Nikita pulls free from the operatives grasp, and looks down the bridge where her father is sprawled face-down on the bridge. She is stunned.

TRAIN STATION

Adam sits on a bench next to Michael in the train station. Michael looks over to his left and sees Nikita approaching. He stands and waits for her to get to him. As she walks up, she removes her sunglasses. He looks her directly in the eyes, and she returns the look. She then glances over to Adam, and smiles painfully.
Nikita: Take him as far away from here as possible.
Adam smiles in return and looks away.
Nikita: Help him forget.
She looks back to Michael, who searches her face, reading all she is saying in her simple words.
Michael: He'll be all right.
She changes the subject, trying to be brave.
Nikita: According to my father, I was born for this.
Michael understands that she is hurting. He seeks to reassure her.
Michael: There'll be a time when Adam won't need me anymore.
His voice is quiet and emotion-filled as he speaks.
Nikita: You know where I am.
They search each other's faces for a long moment, before Michael leans in and kisses her. She looks into his eyes.
Nikita: I love you.
This does him in, and he takes her in his embrace, inclining his face into the side of her neck, as he fights to keep his own resolve. His manner is sad and his voice thick with emotion as he speaks into her ear.
Michael: I love you.
Nikita closes her eyes, as does Michael, and they are reluctant to pull apart. Michael finally steps back, only to keep his face close to her as he searches her face. He touches his forehead to hers, and it's clear they do not want to leave each other. Nikita closes her eyes, holding onto the moment any way she can. When Michael steps away to gather Adam, reaching for his son with one hand, Nikita retains hold of his other hand until she has to let go.
Michael looks to her again. Now Nikita's eyes are filled with tears. He pulls his hand from hers, needing to leave, and as he and Adam walk away, Nikita's glance follows them. Her face crumples tearfully, and she looks down.
We see her standing alone in the huge station, and when we see her face again, tears are rolling down her cheeks. She puts her glasses on, trying to compose herself.
The scene of her crying switches to her standing calmly and without expression. We see she is in Operations Loft, where she is now in command. She stands at window looking at Section below, her hands behind her back.
She has lost everything that she loved to gain control of everything else.

The End.

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