Nikita (2010–2013): Season 2, Episode 21 - Dead Drop - full transcript

Mr. Walsh,
apologies for the delay.

I trust my people
have made you feel at home?

Oh, they've been great.

This is quite a place
you've got here.

It's just a rental.

You should see
my property in Bora Bora.

Sits right on Matira Beach.

But you didn't travel
halfway around the world

to talk real estate.

Well, don't ask me.
Ask her.

She's the buyer.



Where's the cash?

I travel light these days.

That's why e-banking
is a God-send.

Is that gonna be a problem?

Don't worry,
you got this.

Our friend the ex-general

is dying to unload
this merchandise.

According to my research,
Koong took off

in the middle of the night
with his own little collection

of nuclear accessories.

Didn't want to be around
in the morning when

all the non-proliferation heat
dawned on North Korea.

Black market's
the only revenue stream he has.

Dude, I never knew
"facts" could be a superpower



before you.

By the time Koong realizes
the funds weren't transferred,

we'll be long gone.

I set up the bogus BHO account

- in the Caymans with--
- $3 million.

For both triggers.
The price is non-negotiable.

Who said anything
about negotiating?

The triggers were forged
with Plutonium,

hence their name,
"Plutonium pits."

Combine that
with Percy's fissile material,

and you have the makings
of a sizable nuclear weapon.

You really think Percy's
gonna build the bomb?

I think you have a deal.

I'll have my driver
bring it here.

I think this is our van.

These triggers
are radioactive and volatile,

so they should each be housed

in their own individual,
lead-lined cases.

You sure you're up for this?

Wouldn't be here if I wasn't.

After everything
you've been through?

Hey, you miss your mom, too.

It's different.

- One day I'm gonna see her again.
- I know.

Sitting around grieving's
not gonna help.

Beating Percy's ass will.

That's what we're here for,
right?

We get these triggers
off the market,

Division's gonna have
one hell of a time

trying to find more of 'em.

Intel on the general's
transpo was solid.

We followed the cargo
to a drop.

And you may be interested
in who's been on the same trail.

Little Alex and the Navy SEAL.

Plutonium pits
are the priority,

team Nikita deaths,
not far behind.

Copy that.

Can we take a peek?

Buyer wants to make sure
her order's right.

Let's back up the car.

Isn't it amazing?
Just one tap of the finger

and millions of dollars
go from one country to another.

I'm just waiting
for confirmation.

Nikita, abort!

Division's here
for the triggers.

I think we can make it
to the van.

- Ooh!
- Sean!

Hey, Michael!
You miss Division?

Not that time!

We got to move.

Yeah, let's get you
out of here.

Bullet's out.

Now all he needs to do
is recover.

But he's gonna need somebody
to watch over him.

Yeah, I'll do it.
As long as it takes.

So...debrief?

Not much to talk about.
We lost, Percy won,

and now he's got
a nuclear bomb on his hands.

Not yet. He's got Plutonium,
and the triggers to detonate it,

but he still needs
missile casings.

Okay, well,
first place he would look

is some countries that
decommissioned some nukes.

They'd have to have
a few casings lying around.

Then what are we waiting for?

Come on, Fletch,
pinpoint it, we'll swoop in.

Nikita,
piecing together that intel

on Koong and those triggers
took almost a month.

We are out of time.

If you want me to crack this,
I need viable intel,

and lots of it.

I need the CIA.

We can't hack the CIA.
Birkhoff tried.

I wasn't talking about hacking.

Okay, the company has
an entire wing

dedicated to
nuclear nonproliferation.

I am talking
hundreds of analysts...

- No.
- With a world-wide network--

No! The last time
we approached the CIA,

two agents were shot,
I got blamed for it,

and you ended up
in federal prison. Ryan, no!

That was Bill Abbot's tenure.

There's a new person
in charge now,

someone I know personally.

Morgan Kendrick.

We can trust him.

Kendrick?

Director of intelligence.

He took over after
Abbot was forced to step down.

What?

- Well, bored already?
- Mmm.

What put you
in such a foul mood?

I didn't know having fun
was a requirement.

I didn't get that memo.

I was under the impression
you enjoyed

our little nights on the town,
no?

What's not to love?
Reheated, processed food,

every single person
in this room looking at me

like I'm an escort.
Super-fun.

Well, if you can't
turn on the charm for me,

maybe you can
for this guy over here.

Go easy on him,
he just got a pacemaker put in.

Okay.

Morgan.

What an unexpected treat.
Where have you been hiding?

Oh.
Well, you know how it is, Percy.

Every time you think
you've gone through

that pile on your desk,
there's a new one waiting.

Morgan's a rising star.

Still with
the Latin America desk?

Well, I don't think we
should be discussing that now.

Oh. Don't worry about me.
I don't exist.

I'm just a mirage
in a desert of bureaucracy.

That's Nikita's problem,

Morgan, no one ever notices her.

Well, thank you
for allowing me your illusion.

- If you'll excuse me.
- Oh, not so fast.

Come on, there's a single malt
over here with your name on it.

The guy just had
a pacemaker put in.

Of course he looked shaky.
No, it wasn't like that.

He didn't want to be there.

He didn't want to be seen
with Percy.

Nikita, I worked with Morgan
through two administrations.

He is a good man,
he's a patriot,

and we need his help.

I still think he's bent.

But did you see
anything specific?

Like his secret decoder ring?
No.

Seriously?

I'm being serious. The guy
wanted to get out of there.

And that makes him dirty.

I know what I saw, Michael.

And I know the man.

So does Percy,
which makes sense,

because they overlapped
at the agency.

It doesn't prove anything.

Well, sometimes
you don't need proof,

if you have instinct, right?

Look, we've never been
on the clock like this before.

We fail to stop Percy,
he--he gets a bomb.

And you think
I don't know that?

That is why
we don't take a risk like this.

If we go to Kendrick,
we could land in jail.

We're not doing it.

End of discussion.

Nikita, you've never been good
at following my orders,

so don't expect me
to follow yours.

We will use caution,

but it is our duty
to follow through on this.

The difference being,

I would never
make a mistake this stupid

and jeopardize
everything we've built.

I'm doing whatever it takes
to stop Percy.

I'll get the car started.

Are you sure
he'll go to the men's room?

Positive.

Guy's a founding member
of the clean hands club.

Any time we ordered in,

he'd practically
check under our fingernails

to make sure
we were germ-free.

Hypochondriac?

Think it made him
good at his job.

Here we go.

- Ryan Fletcher?
- It's okay.

I'm sure you've got
a lot of questions,

but unfortunately I don't
have time to answer them.

Well, how about just one?

I did, after all,
give a eulogy at your funeral.

Remember
that illegal black ops group

I was looking into?
Division?

The answer starts there.

Hey, sailor.
Buy a girl a drink?

You're the last person
I expected to see here.

I know.

And you don't need to explain.

Ryan and I came up
in government, but you...

Your first experience with it
was waking up in Division,

so I understand
your reservations,

but if you can't trust Kendrick
yet, then please...trust me.

We're doing
the right thing here.

That guy over there,
two o'clock, oozing bodyguard.

My guess is,
he's with Kendrick.

I knew Percy was ambitious,
but this?

If he has nuclear materials,

we need to loop in
other agencies.

First we need you
to get us some intel.

- Us?
- I'm working with rogue agents.

Former Division.

Nikita.
Operation Sparrow.

Look, she saved the life
of everyone in that scif room.

Yeah, and cost Abbot his job.

They're under the radar,
they move fast,

and they're better
than everyone you got.

They want to see Division
taken down more than you or me.

Never let it be said
that I'm not a team player.

George?

- George Feretti?
- Excuse me?

Kyle, this is the dirtbag
I was just telling you about.

Where do you get off?

Were you ever
gonna call my sister back,

or is that not
something you do?

Uh, ma'am, you have me
confused for someone else.

Oh, "ma'am."
"Ma'am," now I'm "ma'am."

We need to isolate
available missile casings

on the black market.
Intel from

the counter-proliferation desk
is crucial.

That's the highest-level
juice we've got.

Number's already programmed.

Now you're polite,
because it's not Saturday night,

and you're not having to show up
to something?

Uh, she's talking about
someone else, I promise you.

I'm talking about you,
George "Forgetti."

Jerk.
Excuse me!

You should call people back,
dude.

Sean, what are you doing?

I need to send an email.

- What?
- My mom had a friend

who was on the
subcommittee for nuclear safety,

and I'll reach out to him
and tell him

to put his ear to the ground.

No, you need to get your ass
back in that bed.

- I'm fine, really.
- No, you're not fine.

Come on, listen to the lady,
buddy. You need your rest.

Let's go.
Come on.

Jeez.

All right, big guy.
Magic carpet ride.

Easy.

Ah.

Guys, just let me
help get Percy.

- No.
- Ow!

Sorry. It's gonna help
with the pain.

It'll also help you relax,
okay?

- Everyone can see it, you know.
- See what?

Everybody but you, apparently.

I'm just helping him out,
Birkhoff.

Mm-hmm.

You know, maybe you should
cut down on those energy drinks.

Just sayin'.

Hey, how was lunch
with Mr. CIA?

- I think I got through to him.
- I know I did.

You, too.

Let's keep talking about this
in a couple days.

You bugged Kendrick?

I never said I changed my mind.

Sounds good.
Okay, good-bye.

Ugh, this sounds terrible.
Where'd you put the receiver,

in his shoe, or something?

An old friend
reached out to me today.

I'm guessing
someone of mutual interest.

Ryan Fletcher.

He wants help
thwarting Division.

Was he alone?

He wanted me to think so,

but Michael and Nikita
were with him.

That's extremely valuable
information, Morgan.

Thank you very much.

Son of a bitch.

Don't think of it
as losing an ally.

Think of it
as gaining a new target.

It doesn't make any sense.

When I got busted
down to the basement,

Kendrick was the only one

trying to help me
get back upstairs.

Maybe he kept you close
to monitor your investigation.

Speak of the devil.

Look who's calling.

Act normal.
See what he says.

- Hello?
- It's Kendrick.

I've been thinking about
your proposition.

I want to help.

Sir, you're doing
the right thing.

I've put the access codes
for WinPac onto a flash drive.

You'll be able to patch
into the network from anywhere.

So do we have a lock
on Fletcher's location?

Still trying.

The outgoing number
has a 212 area code,

but I'm getting bounced to
cell sites all over the world.

Meet me at Royce Square Park,

1600 hours,
and bring your partner with you.

I'd like to finally meet
this Nikita face-to-face.

She's eager to meet you,
too, sir.

Thank you for making
this all happen.

You're making it happen,
Fletcher.

You know, I still think about
black sands.

If it wasn't for your instincts
on that op,

things really would've
gone sideways.

- It's an ambush.
- Not if we take him down first.

Take him down?

We're talking about
the director of the CIA.

Who, in Percy's hands,
is more dangerous

than a single suitcase nuke.

For all we know,
Kendrick's part

of Percy's bigger plan.

It also means
he's too hot to grab.

We wouldn't get half a mile

before there were agents
on our tail.

Grabbing him's not the plan.

Kendrick won't bring the CIA
to the park.

Division will be there.

If Kendrick goes down
and there are armed men

at the scene--

Who's to say they
weren't responsible for the hit?

Wait.

- Wait, you're not gonna--
- Frank,

this is war,
and Kendrick's picked his side.

Very good job in Berlin,
Stephen. Back to form.

Thank you, sir.

My only regret is not getting
a chance to put Nikita down.

Well, you may get your wish.
I want you to head the team.

I was hoping
you'd say that, sir.

You know Michael is going
to be there, and, uh,

since he trained you
as a recruit,

I wanted to be sure there
wasn't a conflict for you.

Michael always used to say,

"There's nothing worse
than a traitor."

I can't wait
to remind him of that.

Oh.

Where's people?

Um...

Uh, looks like Kendrick's
in with Percy.

They went to go deal with him.

That's very bad.
That's very serious.

Very serious.

Y'all are very serious
around these parts.

It's possible I went a bit
overboard on the pain meds.

- Learn to lighten up some, son.
- Mmm.

Learn to lighten up.

Learn to like
the little things in life.

Like this cot. Mmm?

This cot is awesome.

I'm sure it is.

- You're awesome.
- Thank you.

I'm cereal.

You're amazing. What
you've been through in life,

to come through that,
to stay strong, keep your heart?

That's incredible.

There's no one else
like you, Alex.

Alexandra Udinov.

Is it Alexandra "Oo"-dinoff,
or is it Alexandra "You"-dinoff?

- I think--
- I don't know if it is, though.

I--you know, I think
you should get some rest.

Yeah, not with you around.

Sounds like you guys
could use some privacy, so--

Yeah, well,
he's pretty drugged up, so--

Okay.

I should've listened to you.
About Kendrick.

But it doesn't change the fact
that we still need to find

someone in the government
we can trust.

There is no one to trust.

What about senator Pierce?

With all due respect, Michael,
she was corrupt as hell.

The only reason she helped us

is because Division
turned on her.

We were the enemy of her enemy.

It doesn't mean everyone
in the government is our enemy.

If you don't count Madeline,
what about Ryan?

Ryan got screwed over
by the system

almost as badly as I did.

Michael, social services

dumped me with Gary.

Corrupt cops shook down Carla
to steal her money,

and they killed my friend.

The bureau of prisons
helped fake my death.

This government
has always treated me

like I was expendable.

And I'm gonna save it anyway.

What is this,
dueling keyboards?

Actually,
I could use your help.

You mind, um, playing back
the tail end of that phone call

with Kendrick?

You know,
I still think about black sands.

If it wasn't for your instincts
on that op,

things really
would've gone sideways.

Black sands.
November, '04.

What went down?

We had an asset
deep undercover in Colombia.

He was feeding us intel
on Farc rebels.

They took his wife hostage,

forcing him
to become a double agent.

I mean, I was the only one
who figured out he was...

under duress.

- Target is sector "B."
- Range 310 meters.

Confirm, 310.

What, so you think Kendrick
brought up the mission

because he was compromised?
That's kind of a leap.

You don't think it's like Percy

to put a gun
to somebody's head?

Does Kendrick have any family?

Widower, no kids.

Maybe Percy's got
a photo of him

at a furries party,
or something. I don't know.

The guy's a hypochondriac,
remember?

So was Howard Hughes,
and that dude was a freak.

All right, he's gotta
have some kind of vice.

You telling me this guy is
completely without addiction?

He said he was
addicted to exercise.

Took morning runs
around Langley.

Marathon man.

Okay, here's something.

"Kendrick came in third
in his age group

only months after
getting a pacemaker."

Heart surgery.

All right, hang on.

There was, uh, some distortion
on the phone call,

I thought it was just
a compression artifact, but--

You know,
I still think about Black Sands.

If it wasn't for your instincts
on that op...

That is the mating call

of a Division kill chip,

normally implanted
in the brain stem.

They couldn't get to his brain,

so they got to his heart.

Let's hope Nikita hasn't put
a bullet in either one yet.

- Wind is now 2 mils left.
- Copy that, 2 mils left.

I'd get that, but-

I got it.

Hello.

Yeah, I'm looking right at him.

Hold your fire.

What's going on?

Kendrick has a kill chip
near his heart,

and guess who put it there?

This just became
a rescue mission.

Are you sure it's a kill chip
and not a tracker?

Signature's hard to miss.
I've had to calibrate

- a lot of those things.
- Can't you hack it?

Not from here.

Well, we have a netbook.
Can we link you in that way?

The netbook's not encrypted.

- Birkhoff.
- How are you gonna hook it up

to the guy, anyway?
Last time I checked,

people don't have USB ports.

We have a medical kit.

Portable EKG and de-fib,
they are both USB.

Could work.
Huge risk.

Division finds out
you're helping this guy out,

Percy pushes a button,
it's die time.

You can't block the signal?

Not unless he's underground.

Mr. Kendrick,
this is Michael.

I'm friends with Ryan.
We know about the kill chip.

Hope you have a plan, son.

I have a possible tango.

- Is it Fletcher?
- Cannot confirm.

Stand by.

I'm gonna move
to the west exit of the park.

I want you to wait ten seconds
and then follow.

It's Michael. Go.

Move. Now.

Michael has Kendrick.
We're in pursuit.

So he got through to them.

All right, trigger the chip.

Isolating frequency.

What happened?

They must have
gone underground.

Stephen, flush 'em
to the surface.

The chip can't be triggered
down here.

So Ryan told you everything.

I figured my message
was a long shot.

It got heard.

All right, this looks clear.

Why don't you set up shop here?
I'll go cover us.

Birkhoff, I'm up. Can you
find me on the local wireless?

I'm on the city Metro network.

Gotcha.
Let's build a bridge.

I'm gonna need you
to open your shirt.

What is all this?

We have to hack your heart.

- Unbelievable.
- It shouldn't be long now.

Birkhoff's just got to lock
on to your pacemaker, okay?

I remember you, you know.

From that party.
You came in on Percy's arm.

Hey, you're hard to forget.

But I could sense something
else going on that night.

Yeah, I was his prisoner.

You and me both.

It's hard to believe, you know?

You're part of
a powerful institution.

You figure somehow
it makes you safe.

But it doesn't.

So you don't trust
government, either?

Oh, I trust in it.

I just recognize
its limitations.

Hey, if I don't make it,
do me a favor.

Shoot that son of a bitch Percy
for the two of us, will you?

Copy that, sir.

- Okay, I got a pulse.
- So what now?

Need to figure out
how to short out the kill chip

without shorting out
the pacemaker.

All right, Nikki,
I might have to try something

pretty crazy here,
so don't, uh...

gt interrupted.

Nikita, they're coming.

- Nerd, what's going on?
- Bad times.

The kill chip's
wired into the pacemaker.

They're running off
the same battery.

Oh. So you can't short one
without affecting the other?

Only way to break the link
is to reboot the system.

Kendrick's heart's
gonna have to

beat on its own
for about 60 seconds.

You have to take my pacemaker
offline, don't you?

Do it.

Looks like
it's you and me now, teach.

Come on.

You were using that combo
when I was in recruit sweats.

- We don't have to do this.
- Then don't. Just die.

Ooh!

You always used to say
we were doing good at Division.

Protecting our country.

They lied to me.
And to you.

No, you just got whipped.

And I hope
that ass was worth it.

I also taught you manners.

Try scanning again, we gotta
pick up some trace of it.

Satellite can't link up,

but there is something
down there.

A wide-band VPN bridge
is open.

Private network encrypted?

Not encrypted,
and newly-generated.

I'm tracing it now.

Source network.

Nikita's safe house.
Nice work, Sonya.

Okay, pacemaker's out,

but it looks like
his heart rate's dropping.

How are you feeling?

Just trying
to keep my mind off it.

Percy was so proud of himself
that night.

You on his arm.
Showing off how he'd scored.

Trust me, he did not score.

Yeah, but that's how it looked.

All he cared about.

We used to say, "With Percy
it's all about perception."

Whoa, whoa, stay with me.

Who's "we?"
Who's "we?"

A few of us...

From the old boarding school.

Came up together.

Percy was a--
a genius from the sticks.

It got him
into the right school,

but it didn't make him
one of us.

Nikki, this guy's pulse
is plummeting.

Yeah, I know, I'm on it.

If you want
to understand Percy,

you only need to know
one thing.

All he ever wanted to be
is a member of the...club.

Hey, I'm gonna give you
a little jolt, okay?

Just enough to keep you going.

Oh! Oh!

Come on. And...

Pacemaker's back online,
kill chip de-killified!

You made it.

Assuming "de-killified"
means what I think it means.

Oh.

Hey.

Okay.

Why are you being all weird?

I'm not being weird.

You think I don't remember?

Would you just look at me
for a second?

I didn't say those things...

because I was stoned.

I know.
You had a brush with death.

It's normal
to get emotional afterwards.

Wow, those walls
you have there, they're tough.

What do you Russians
build with, anyway?

Fieldstone?
Petrified potatoes?

You want me
to stick you with this again?

Look, I didn't say
those things because--

because I got shot, or...

because I lost my mom,
even though losing her

made me realize
how fast life can go.

I said those things because
I wanted you to hear them.

Because every once in a while,

there's a crack in that wall,
and you give me this look.

Yeah, that's the one.

No friggin' way.

- This can't be happening.
- What's wrong?

Someone breached
the security perimeter

I set up around the house.

What do you mean,
"someone?"

Multiple someones, actually.

It's Division.

Okay, cowboy up, people!

We gotta be ready
for these mothers.

This place
is a shooting gallery.

What else
are we supposed to do, huh?

Take our chances and run?

No, we're not running anywhere.

Not with him.

Come on, I got to
stash you somewhere.

I'm with Birkhoff,
I think we should stay.

Toss me something, would you?

See?
SEAL team six knows what's up.

We gotta hit these mothers
with all the firepower we got.

You're right.

You're buying the next house.

Deal.

We can lay low
at my safe house until then.

- Hey, good thinking, Alex.
- Thanks.

Hey, Alex, can I talk
to you for a second?

Yeah, are you okay?

Maybe it's time
for another shot.

I didn't bring any--

Hey, maybe we should
call up Nikita, and--

Shh, shh, dude.
Don't spoil the moment.

Every weapon,
every piece of tech,

everything we had
was in that house.

Not everything.

I know, I just feel like

every time we get a win
on Percy, he gets two on us.

That's gonna change.

Turns out, I have
quite the to-do list,

now that Percy's off my back.

Priority one
is gonna be ferreting out

any more moles he may have
in the agency,

and I'm assuming
you still need access

to our intelligence networks?

Yes, sir.

As promised.

You brought this with you
to the meet?

That's pretty risky.

I always wanted to help.

I just needed someone
to help me first.

Ah, nice to have you back.
What's the status?

The triggers have been
incorporated with the Plutonium,

the devices are nearly ready.

Well, we're over the hump.

Now, it's just
a matter of timing.

And Nikita?

What about her?

She's still out there.

You're not concerned
she'll be a liability?

Maybe, if she had
the slightest idea

what the hell was going on,
but, uh,

she just thinks
I'm building a bomb.

Go ahead. Say it.

Not my style.

All right, then, I'll say it.

You told me so.

My instinct
was to take Kendrick out.

It appears that, uh,
my default setting

is "attack."

That is the correct setting
for a kick-ass warrior.

Ryan, I'm serious.

You were smart.

You used your head.
I was--

Using your heart.

Which got you further
than anyone else in this fight.

Is this cool? All of us
staying here--for now?

Hey, you're the one
who set me up here.

- Your house, your rules.
- No.

Our house.
Our rules.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Do you remember
when it was just you and me,

working out of a motel room?

Yes.

Hey. Really healthy,
just so you know.

And before that,
it was just me.

Working out of
a fabulous loft.

We'll probably need
our own operations soon.

We can get put up big monitors,
we can--

Um, whatever you do,

please don't call it
"operations."

Logistics?

Something homier.

Homequarters.

Okay.