La Femme Nikita (1997–2001): Season 5, Episode 7 - Let No Man Put Asunder - full transcript

ANNOUNCER: Previously
on La Femme Nikita.

GRAFF: Nikita will
live, and Section will die.

NIKITA: Who's the
mole? Michael Samuelle.

It's time Daddy found out some
hard facts about his precious little girl.

You want me dead.

At least have the guts
to do it face to face.

(LAUGHS)

Nikita helped him escape.

PILOT: Sir, we've been painted.

(GROANS)

Evasive techniques employed.



Paul, are you all right?

You do realize that if
they capture Paul alive,

this is the end of Section?

NIKITA: That won't happen.

Trust me.

JONES: Michael Samuelle
gave them the location.

He has to maintain credibility.

You really have faith in your
power over him, don't you?

OPERATIONS: He's preparing
you for Oversight and Center.

I don't want it.

She doesn't have what it takes.

There was an interesting
rumor about Michael.

GRAFF: He had a son.

NIKITA: Get him to Medical.



Contact Sudan.

Get them to send a support
team to Tripoli by noon tomorrow.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Status?

Two embassy
bombings in North Africa.

An airliner down
over the Indian Ocean.

The Collective?

Other groups are
surfacing as well.

KATE: They smell blood.

Walter, where's Operations?

WALTER: He's not here.

I need his input on Tripoli.

What you need is some rest.

We're active in
all sectors, Walter.

Look, just take
a look at yourself.

Get yourself some sleep,

and then everything
will be a lot clearer.

Maybe you're right.

Tell Comm to hold all
calls for three hours.

(BEEPING)

(SIGHS)

Where are you?

This channel will
close in five seconds.

What do you want?

Bring me back.

Back into Section?

Yes.

But...

(WOMAN SPEAKING FRENCH)

JONES: For weeks,
he helped The Collective

inflict unprecedented damage.

And now, suddenly, he
wants to change sides.

Not suddenly. It's been
his plan from the start.

JONES: So you keep saying.

However, you are not
the best judge, are you?

With the intel he would provide,

we could strike
back at the Collective.

Maybe even destroy it.

Assuming he's telling the truth.

Did he suggest a protocol?

No, he left it up to us.

Oh, well.

How very generous of him.

So we'd know it's not a trap.

Mr. Jones.

Father.

Section is falling apart.

Michael is throwing
us a lifeline.

Accepting it may be the only
chance we have to survive.

Nikita, I have no signs
of any transmission.

I'm sweeping for anomalies.

Do a reverse filter as well.

KATE: Acknowledged.

Phase one complete.

Begin phase two.

KATE: Reverse filter is clean.

You want to do this?

I do.

Thought I'd never see
your face around here again.

How you doing?

We'll see.

Operations is going
to wanna debrief.

I'll be waiting in Systems.

The prodigal returns.

What do you want?

I came to debrief.

Nikita sent you?

Yes.

Must be a joke on her part.

Things have changed.

Mr. Jones has taken
a more active role.

By the way,

the real Mr. Jones isn't
Mick Schtoppel after all.

Who is he?

He's Nikita's father.

Did you know?

No.

(LAUGHING)

That's right. I wonder.

No, you were...

You were always smart,
and what could be smarter

than getting into bed
with the boss's daughter?

Do you want me to debrief?

You'd give me enough to
be useful, but not too much

or you would lose your leverage.

Of course.

I've played the
game too many times.

It bores me.

Jones and Nikita run things now.

Go play with them.

Finished already?

Yes.

Michael, this is Mr. Jones.

NIKITA: Mr. Jones,
Michael Samuelle.

Can you give us
a moment, please?

Of course.

Gentlemen, you may leave.

I'm listening.

There's a conference tomorrow
on Novi Sad to discuss ties

between the FRY and NATO.

Well, now,

that is supposed
to be top secret.

The Collective plans to
disrupt the conference,

assassinate delegates.

Well, that would set the
region back, what, 20 years?

I know their plan.

I can stop it.

What will it take?

Myself, Nikita.

And should you succeed?

First, let's succeed,

then we negotiate.

NIKITA: The Cultural Center
at the Novi Sad University.

The meeting will take
place in the main auditorium.

According to Michael's intel,

the guests will arrive
through the southern entrance.

The Collective will
infiltrate at these points.

We will intercept here.

When we stop the Primary
Team, they have a contingency.

Which is?

What they call the Dark Team.

Suicide bombing.

NIKITA: Your panels
have been uploaded.

Michael and I
leave in 30 minutes.

There's a new
Sub-channel procedure.

Contingency Two.

Yes, I saw it on the panel.

The standby team should
be half a mile further north,

outside of sensor range.

I'll take care of it.

Ready?

Yes.

Primary Team has gained access.

Dark Team, stand by.

HALED: Device activated.

Primary Team, begin egress.

First team on mark.

Collective personnel on
site. Move to next mark.

Hostiles on approach.

(GROANING)

Primary Team leader, report.

Something wrong?

I don't know.

Primary Team, report.

Countdown's proceeding normally.

Perhaps there's a temporary
lapse in communication.

GRAFF: Alert Dark Team.

Dark Team, be advised.

Primary device malfunctioned.

Primary Team silent.

There may be opposition.

HALED: Begin advancements.

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(BEEPING)

(GRUNTS)

(BEEPS)

(DEVICE STOPS BEEPING)

HALED: Surveillance
confirms. No detonation.

Section knew our plans.

Michael. Had to be.

Yes, it's beginning to look
as if you were right all along.

Luckily, we have a contingency.

Michael's son.

You have been searching?

A boy somewhere on Earth,

age unknown, no
description available.

It's hopeless.

Section must know.

We have to invade their system.

We've been trying for months.

Well, assign every available
agent around the clock.

Back trace,

recombine, pattern-scan.

Sooner or later,
we will penetrate.

The mission went very well.

Yes.

I've reviewed
the additional intel

you've provided
on The Collective.

Extremely useful.

However, you neglected
to give me certain pieces

of important information.

They're available at a price.

I have a son, Adam.

Where is he?

Yes, that's available,
too, at a price.

But first,

I do have some rather
sad news for you.

The boy's mother,
Elena, is dead.

How?

It was a traffic accident.

I know that in our line of
business we tend to believe that

there is no such
thing as an accident.

But there is, and this was one.

Drunk driver.

Luckily, Adam was at home.

Afterwards?

We placed him in a foster home.

How long has he been there?

Several months now.

I know you will want to
go to him and raise him

as he should be
raised by his father.

And I am willing to help.

However, this is where
the price comes in.

When you go,

Nikita stays.

That's up to her.

No, it's up to me.

Adam's location is archived.

Operations can retrieve it.

I will give it to you.

You will go to him,
Nikita remains behind.

Agreed?

No.

It's Nikita's choice.

Well, suppose I don't
give her a choice?

You won't harm me, and
you won't keep me from Adam.

Really? Why not?

Because you'd
lose Nikita forever

and you couldn't live with that.

I'll expect Adam's
location by this evening.

I lied.

I know.

♪♪(ENOUGH LOVE PLAYING)

♪ Leaving me untied in hands ♪

♪ That you tied and
locked away alive ♪

♪ Here ♪

♪ I can't stand another scene ♪

♪ Can't face another day ♪

♪ In here ♪

♪ And I feel ♪

♪ And do you feel ♪

♪ Enough love ♪

♪ Or do you feel ♪

♪ Or do you feel ♪

♪ Enough love is too rare ♪

♪ Do I feel ♪

♪ Do you feel ♪

♪ Enough love ♪

♪ Or do you feel ♪

♪ Or do you feel ♪

♪ Enough love is too rare ♪

♪ You could weather
me if I turned to stone ♪

♪ If I turned to stone ♪

♪ If I turned to stone
something like a statue ♪

♪ You could keep me
hidden in your garden ♪

♪ Then no one need ever know ♪

♪ And I feel ♪

♪ And do you feel ♪

♪ Enough love ♪♪

For you.

Ma'am.

Thank you.

Come with me.

I can never replace Elena
in Adam's eyes, Michael.

Don't try.

Be yourself.

A white picket fence?

Minivan?

Cocker spaniel?

Why not?

We could even have
children of our own.

I fear I've lost

the courage for
our dream, Michael.

It's no dream.

We'll make it work.

What do you want?

I thought you might
need some help.

I don't.

I heard you're looking
for Michael's son.

It's archived. That
can be a real pain.

Two would speed things up.

About what happened...

It wasn't personal.

You felt bad, but you
were just following orders.

Does that sum it up?

I enjoyed it.

I enjoyed you.

I still do.

Then you're a fool.

I'm just an errand boy now.

Where's Michael and Nikita?

Out shopping for a
bedroom set, I suppose.

How should I know?

Doesn't that strike you as odd?

Now she's Level 6.

She should be
on call at all times.

Daddy's little girl
does what she wants.

And what does Daddy's
little girl want most?

Michael.

She has him now.

Mmm-hmm.

And soon they'll have Adam.

What will happen then?

Jones will never allow it.

You're wrong.

I know him better than you do.

He's racked with guilt as it is.

If she makes it a choice
between killing her

and letting her go with Michael,

he'll let her go.

And then, who
will Jones turn to?

Who will he put in power?

You.

There's no one else.

(LAUGHING)

And you'll be right
by my side, huh?

I never denied I enjoy power.

But is there any reason
why power and pleasure

can't go together?

Would you like some help or not?

HALED: The lab has
developed a new way

to pattern-scan
Section's firewalls.

Take out the back-trace
noise, you get this.

Their Z-cube functions
are over-biased. Always.

We adjusted our RGP.

Will that be
enough to get us in?

Let's find out.

We're in.

Archives. That sounds promising.

GRAFF: Carry on.

Here we go.

OPERATIONS: Adam isn't
too far from here, actually.

Good.

The sooner Michael picks him up,

the better for us.

What's wrong?

Is there another
archive request active?

No. Why?

Someone else is in.

KATE: Who?

Someone from the outside,

targeting the same data sector.

The Collective, it has to be.

Contact Nikita.

She's not responding.

If The Collective gets Adam...

Best available
operatives, quickly.

Sato and LaBec.

Have them meet me in
Transport, five minutes.

NANNY: Oh, all
right. Okay. I've got it.

Oh, no. Did you see that Adam?

I've got it. I've got
it. I've got it. Oh, no.

Hey, Adam, it's time to go home.

It's too cold.

Oh, look.

Adam!

Hello, Adam.

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

(GROANS)

OPERATIONS: Adam.
Adam. Listen to me.

Go to the pole behind you.

Adam. Adam.

(GUNS FIRING)

Set a double point. Go.

Sato, you in position?

Affirmative.

LaBec?

Affirmative.

Adam. Adam. Go
behind the pillar.

(GROANS)

Adam, listen to
me. Listen to me.

My name is Paul.

I'm a friend of your father.

I came to help.

Come on. Little closer.
Come on. That's good.

Don't be afraid.

That's it. That's good.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GUN FIRING)

(DOOR OPENING)

Hello.

I have disturbing news.

The Collective found
Adam's location.

Operations tried to intervene.

He was killed.

And Adam?

Taken.

What are you doing here?

I rather liked him.

Not the majority view.

And you?

I hated him,

and I feared him.

And I respected and admired him.

I saved his life once,
he ever mention that?

No.

WALTER: No?

It was a long time ago.

He didn't even thank me.

But over the years,

he had reason to have
me cancelled many times.

He always looked the other way.

But then again,

he did a couple of
things to me that...

I guess in the end,

we both came out about even.

I have to go.

You've contacted The Collective?

They've told you what they want?

I know what they want.

They'll kill you.

If I don't go,
they'll kill Adam.

They'll kill him anyway.

Maybe not.

He's too young to
understand what he saw.

He can't hurt them.

I'm coming with you.

It would serve no purpose.

We go together.

No.

If they let Adam go,

find him.

Take care of him.

Goodbye, Nikita.

(DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Where's Adam?

Can he see me?

No.

You have quite a
reputation, Michael.

GRAFF: Some say you're the
best operative alive on either side.

Do you think that's true?

Yes.

Well, I like your confidence.

You'll need it for the
job that I have in mind.

You thought we'd
just interrogate

and then kill you, didn't you?

We have a little more
imagination than that.

We have intel concerning a man

very high up in
your organization,

goes by the name of Jones.

Do you know him?

Yes.

You bring me Jones
or your son dies.

You have three days.

Good luck.

(WOMAN SPEAKING FRENCH)