La Femme Nikita (1997–2001): Season 5, Episode 4 - All the World's a Stage - full transcript

ANNOUNCER: Previously
on La Femme Nikita.

(GROANING)

NIKITA: I need this decrypted.

Off book? Way off.

Well, what was it?

JASON: Coordinates.
South of Beauvais.

That's it?

Like I said, major letdown.

He had a woman with him.

Nikita found out
where she was buried.

Is that the man? Yes.



CARETAKER: A quiet
man, but dangerous.

WALTER: It's a
PF-3 communicator.

What the hell's
it doing in here?

It's for me.

(PANTING)

The disc got me to Adrian.

It's gonna get me
somewhere else.

MAN: Nikita, you
have to be strong.

Who is that?

Nikita, what are you saying?
Who are you talking to?

Michael?

She'll destroy you, too.

(KEYBOARD CLICKING)

What are you doing?



Going to bed.

No, you're not.
We've got work to do.

I've been up all night.

We're all running on fumes here.

No one's taking a break until we
find The Collective's cripple point.

I'll see you in four hours.

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(MAN GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(WOMAN SPEAKING FRENCH)

(DEVICE BEEPS)

(KEYBOARD CLICKING)

What have you got?

Roni Bourla.

Nigerian schoolteacher.

Died nine years ago.

The print was a mislead.

What do you think the
person was looking for?

I don't know.

Why don't you ask Quinn?

Me?

Well, you did try to stop
me going to my room.

I won't even dignify
that with a response.

Is everyone accounted for?

Yes. It wasn't one of ours.

Then it was someone
who knew us very well.

JASMINE: I have
the visual. Upload it.

Break it down.

We have a male. 6'2",

182. Left-handed.

Let me see the reconstruct.

Does this person look
familiar to anybody?

That's all.

I looked closer at the
data from the reconstruct.

There were no matches.

Then if it wasn't Michael, it
was someone close to him.

Check through all the
L'Heure Sanguine files.

I'm doing it now.

Good.

Michael will never
turn his back on Nikita.

That's his weakness.

KATE: Caring for someone
isn't necessarily a weakness.

I'd like you to feel
you can count on me.

Whatever you need.

What do you think?

Go to bed with me,

wake up with Madeline's job?

Can't I be attracted to you
without having an ulterior motive?

(SCOFFS)

You could.

But you're not.

Yes, Madeline and I spent
time occasionally in the Tower.

But that had nothing to do with
the way we felt about each other.

That's too bad.

Madeline wasn't who she
was because she slept with me.

You're not ready
for the Tower yet.

Sorry.

Oh, that's okay, sugar.

There was a security
breach a couple of hours ago.

Yeah, I heard about it.

Whoever it was went
through my room.

Any idea who?

Quinn and Operations
put on quite a show

trying to convince me it
was someone on the outside.

Maybe...

Maybe it wasn't a show.

I have to talk to Mr. Jones.

Mr. Jones?

What is he gonna tell you?

I'm not sure. But he knows more
than he's saying. I'm sure of that.

You'll never get
him out of Center.

I know, but with your help, I
could get Mick Schtoppel out.

Quinn, take a look at this.

Her name is Massima Valenti.

She's an arms dealer
with ties to The Collective.

I've been shadowing her
movements for a couple of weeks.

She's been close to every
one of their tactical strikes.

That's all fine and good,
but how do we get to her?

I've done a couple of
sims. She's very protected.

A grab and bag could
blow up in our face.

The best way in
is a soft approach.

I've back-referenced
some of our independents

we've subbed out in the past.

A very interesting name came up.

Mick Schtoppel?

Do you really expect
Mr. Jones to cooperate?

If it's our only way into The
Collective, he won't have a choice.

Good morning. Is he in?

He'll be a minute. Have a seat.

How'd you get here, Michelle?

You know that I
can't tell you that.

Well, what can you tell me?

He's ready to see you.

Operations informs me that you have
a situation that requires my attention.

Massima Valenti.

A woman of small
talent and big ambitions.

Our intel suggests that
she's supplying The Collective.

We'd like to talk
to her about that.

What's your plan?

Preliminary profile suggests that a
direct approach from Mick Schtoppel

would be the most
efficient course of action.

Putting Mick into the field is
a poor allocation of resources.

Not if we succeed.

She does deal directly
with The Collective.

I'm going off-line for 48 hours.

Routine Protocol
Alpha 7 is in effect.

And if you need to reach me, I'll
be available over the Red Line.

Clearance 12 matters only. Fine.

Are we ready? Yeah.

Then let's go.

Are we confirmed on location?

Valenti should be there
at the designated time.

Who's he? That's Deming.

Hello, Deming. Sir.

You don't really
think that Center

would let Schtoppel
out on his own, do you?

Valenti has promised The Collective
20 anthrax rockets by next Friday.

15 minutes ago, she was informed
that her supplier was detained

at the Turkish border.

That was us.

Right about now, she's
calling everyone she knows.

What she doesn't realize

is that the only man that can
help her is Mick Schtoppel.

Deming, how are we doing?

DEMING: We're
clear to our first mark.

What are you doing?

What am I doing, love?

(CHUCKLING)

I'll tell you.

I'm becoming Mick.

I am becoming Mick.
Would you like a drink?

No.

♪♪(MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, yes!

Love it!

You know, I used to
run a club just like this.

Had that kind of Weimar
Republic meets fall of Saigon vibe.

Really? Very
fin-de-siecle, yeah.

Had to close after the
bubonic plague scare, though.

Pity, that. Jackie!

Jackie! Look at you! You look
scrumptious! Give us a twirl.

Where were you? I missed you in
Milan. Where were you, for heaven's sake?

I missed you.

Hans? Hans? HANS: Schtoppel?

Hans?

Look at Hans! Look at you!

HANS: Look at you!

Love it.

Give us a kiss, Hans.
Come on. W-Watch it, Hans.

All right? HANS:
Good to see you.

By the way, Tony's
back from Marbella.

We'll get together for
the boat races, yeah?

How do you do this?

How? Well, as Mr. Jones,

I'm a great observer of every
strata of humanity. Every strata.

Hello. There she is.

Want me to go with
you? Stay close.

May I help you?
Er, well, maybe later.

But first, I'd like
to say hi to Valenti.

She's busy.

Well, tell her that Mick's here.

Mick Schtoppel.

Mick Schtoppel.

You have one minute. Thank you.

Excuse me! How are you?
Excuse me. How are you?

Massima, darling! How are you?

Mick, I can't talk right now.

Is that any way to
treat an old friend?

This is a bad time.

That's what Mick's here for,

to make the bad
times good. Right?

Unless you have 20 anthrax
rockets, we have nothing to talk about.

20? 20? Is that all?

Do you want me to
cover the other side?

No, I've got it under control.

(BUZZING)

I can't deal with
anything flaky right now.

These people I'm dealing
with simply won't stand for it.

Flaky? Massima,
I've always delivered.

My guys are reliable. All right?

Bring me a sample of the
anthrax. Prove the toxicity levels.

We'll be in business.

When? Two hours.

Two... Two hours?

Two hours. Two hours.

Tick-tock, Mick.

Right. Two hours.

I love a tall woman.

How did it go?

Quite well, I think. Good.

Have you finished the
analysis of the Karasu recon?

I'll need another hour.

I'll look at it now.
It's not ready.

I can connect the dots!

I said it's not ready.

Give it to me.

It'll be done in an hour.

Why don't you bring it
up to the Tower later?

Pull over. What for?

Pull over, Steve.

What do you want?

Some answers.

Left shoe.

I will not tolerate
this insubordination.

The watch.

The ring.

You know you've just
signed your death warrant.

Why was I brought into Section?

Because of your
particular skills.

I'm gonna ask
the question again.

Why was I brought
into Section One?

I don't know.

Who's my father?

I don't know.

I've been waiting for
seven years for an answer.

I'm out of patience.

You're the only
person who knows.

If you don't
help... I can't help.

I can't help you.

That's not what I want
to hear, Mr. Jones.

I... I... I'm not Mr. Jones.

Try again!

(GRUNTING)

(COUGHING)

Why was I brought into Section?

(WHIMPERING)

(GUN COCKING)

Stop! Stop!

(GUN FIRES)

Why was I brought into Section?

Tell me!

I don't know.

I'm not who you think I am.

I'm not Mr. Jones.
I'm an impostor.

M-M-M-My name

is Martin Henderson.

(SOBBING)

Please, just let me up.

Get up.

(COUGHING)

Who are you? Look...

What's going on?

I know that this is

hard for you to believe.

But I...

I... I... I'm an actor.
That's it. I'm an actor,

hired to play a part.

Many parts.

(CARS APPROACHING)

Where is it? It's... It's
here! It's... It's here.

(BEEPING)

They're here. T-That won't work.

You better hope it does.

(GUN FIRING)

MARTIN: It was
about nine years ago.

I was in a rep company

near Wales.

Shropshire County.

The odd Shakespeare, some Shaw.

Nothing fancy.

No money. No money.

We used to survive

eating peas and

stale crisps.

And then, one day, this bloke
comes knocking on my door,

and he offers me a steady job.

It's every actor's dream.

Little did I know that the world
would end up being my stage.

Who is in charge?

Uh, the real Mr. Jones.

Did you ever meet
the real Mr. Jones? No.

Tell me more.

Two years

learning the world
and the languages.

The people. The nuances.

Then you went into Center?

First I was Mick Schtoppel.

I was Mick... I was
good as Mick Schtoppel.

I was very good.

They were so pleased with me

that they gave me the...
The plum role of Mr. Jones.

How long ago?

Four years.

And how does Mr. Jones
communicate with you?

Through Michelle.

Michelle?

Is she related to me?

I couldn't tell you,

because I don't have
the... the clearance.

Take us back to Center.

What are you doing?

We're going back to Center.
I have to speak to Michelle.

No. No, no. Trust me.

That would be...

That would be
c-c-committing suicide.

Why?

If they know what I've told you,

they will kill us both.

They will.

Trust me.

We... We get
V-Valenti t-the anthrax,

we go through w-with the deal,

t-then, afterwards, we
sort this out. Afterwards.

What are you thinking?

I'm sorry. I... I
didn't mean to...

Let's not turn this
into something it isn't.

I understand.

Do you?

I could be good for you.

We'll see.

Paul, I know you
feel under siege

and... and undermanned.

We can turn this place around.

I'm very good at what I do.

Yes, you are.

Then give me a chance.

I know things.

What do you know?

There's a directive
about to be implemented.

It'll undermine your
tactical jurisdiction.

Who sourced you?

I pulled it off an
Oversight relay.

Go on. I'm listening.

If you let me,

I... I can circumvent their
shadow with a field juncture.

(WATER RUNNING)

It's a short window, but i-it'll give you
time to re-establish your power base.

Okay.

Do it.

Deming! Deming!

I'm so sorry, sir.

Very disappointed about this,
Jimmy. We'll talk about it later.

Smooth.

MARTIN: Yeah.

Oh. Hello.

Where is she?

She wants me to take
care of the preliminaries.

Okay.

VALENTI: Well?

WOMAN: It checks out.

Bring him to me.

What about his friend?
VALENTI: No. Just Mick.

Oh, no can do, Massima.
No. She's part of the package.

Sanitize them.

(GRUNTING)

Would you mind
stripping down, please?

I really should
thank you, sugar.

I've been trying to get
her knickers off for years.

What is going on?

What kind of sick
people do you work for?

It's all... It's all in good
fun, love. All in good fun.

VALENTI: Hello, Mick! Massima!

Oh, you're a savior.

You don't know what my life
has been like in the last 12 hours.

It's all right. Really.

Is this really necessary?

Give them their clothes.

Thank you.

Anthrax?

Ready, Mick?

(STAMMERS)
Let's get out of here.

Nikita's bringing
in Valenti now.

Fine.

I don't know if I
can make it later.

And why is that?

If we get anything out of Valenti,
I'm going to want to process it.

Let Renshaw run
the initial numbers.

I think this is something I
should oversee personally.

I'll be there,

if you don't mind me being late.

Take her to Containment.

Do you want a simultaneous
feed on her decomposition?

Please.

You'll handle it? Yes.

When do I talk to Michelle?

Tomorrow. Tomorrow morning.

But I just have to make
sure that there's no fallout.

Meaning what?

Well, we both know

that if they find
out that I broke...

I'm the only one who knows.

See you tomorrow.

Hey.

I wasn't crazy about Mick
Schtoppel or Mr. Jones,

but I think I
really like Martin.

Wow. That was fast.

Valenti cracked in the first
hour. She had a lot to say.

Hmm.

Anything there to help
dismantle The Collective?

Quinn's sorting through it now.

Okay, come on.
Tell me. I'm all ears.

I think I found M.

She works for Mr. Jones.

And?

I hope she's gonna lead
me to my father. I just...

I'm nervous.

Why?

I'm finally going to open the door,
and I don't know what's behind it.

The truth will set you free.

Not in this place.

Where's Michelle?

Who? Michelle. She
works for Mr. Jones.

I work for Mr. Jones.

Let me speak to him.

I'm afraid that
won't be possible.

Excuse me!

NIKITA: Who are you?

I'm Mr. Jones.

Where's Michelle?

Do we have something to discuss?

No. We have nothing to discuss.

♪♪(MUSIC PLAYING)

Hello, Nikita. We've
been expecting you.

Father?

(WOMAN SPEAKING FRENCH)