Nikita (2010–2013): Season 2, Episode 6 - 343 Walnut Lane - full transcript

I'm not any good at this.

I don't know what to say.

Things aren't going the way
that I'd planned.

I need your help.

Time to come in from the cold, Alex.

Nothing's stopping you
from walking out of there

with me right now.

Except for the fact
that you're not here.

You're the one who's working
for Division.

I'm not the reason
we have to meet like this.

My deal with Amanda is only
about getting Sergei Semak.



And the Black Box, right?

Not gonna happen.

I don't need the Black Box.

I just need one file.

What are you talking about?

I'm proposing a simple barter.

Six months ago,

I compiled a dossier
on each of my enemies,

Semak included,

and encrypted them all
on the Black Box.

- You mean the one you don't have?
- Oh, I have it.

Right here.
Remember?

I'll give you everything
I have on Sergei Semak

in exchange for...



A box of Montecristo cigars.

And let me guess.
A lighter?

Amanda said no fire.

Amanda doesn't need to know
about any of this.

We're talking about a simple trade.

Cigars for a dossier.

Your... your choice.

So you made a third choice.

Screwing Percy over
is always the right choice,

don't you think?

Well, that depends.
What do I get?

If you give me the Semak file
that is on the Box,

then I don't have to deal
with Percy and Amanda.

And if I don't need them anymore...

Then you won't be after me.

How about this, Alex?
Forget about revenge.

That's not an option anymore.

Division picked up chatter.
Gogol has put out a hit on me.

Nikita, please.

I have to get Semak
before he gets me.

What do you think?

I believe where she's coming from.

Screwing over Percy
does have its appeal.

Alex, I'll look into it.

But I'm not making any promises.

- Oh.
- Didn't mean to rush you.

It's out of order.

Hey.

Percy's enemies list.
You were right.

It wasn't with the mission logs.
Easy to miss.

Says the guy who missed it.

What did you find, Birkhoff?

Just a psych eval,
a couple photographs,

and a transcript of a phone call

where Semak goes
all Christian bale on Percy.

I actually enjoyed that one.

Percy lied to Alex too.

Figures.

Yeah, there is, uh,
nothing really interesting

on Semak in this dossier.

But there is something about you.

Well, you would be
on Percy's enemies list.

Might wanna take a look.
There's some, uh...

Personal stuff in your
psych eval about your parents.

No thanks, Birkhoff.

Foster care was traumatic enough.

I don't need to relive it.

I mean your real parents.

Roan tailed Alex to a church,
where you sent her

to meet Nikita behind my back.

I didn't send her to meet Nikita.

She went behind my back.

Exactly like I knew she would.

What did you do?

Your job.

Thanks to me, you're closer
to catching Nikita than you realize.

In fact, it's already in motion.

I know exactly where Nikita will be

for the next 24 hours.

Past that...

Percy, what do you want?

Sunshine.

A transfer to a facility
above ground.

Doesn't have to be
a tropical paradise,

just a room with a view.

You realize this means
you can never be elected president?

My mother's name was Anh.

Why did they leave
the father's name blank?

Probably because he was American.

She died when I was born.

My foster parents told me
it was a complicated birth.

The only time
they ever told me the truth...

What's this?

- "Father: Rybat."
- I don't know.

Last name maybe?
Nikita Rybat?

No.
No, no, no.

Rybat is an old CIA code designation.

It means "classified."

It doesn't make sense.

What do you think
had happened to him?

I asked about him once, but you
didn't wanna talk about it.

I dealt with it.

Or I thought I had.

First thing I did when
I escaped from Division...

I hacked in everywhere,
searching for my parents.

Always came up blank.

Yeah, sorry about that.

Uh... Soon as a recruit
came into Division,

I would erase their birth records.

That way nobody could trace
an agent's real identity.

Then you're gonna make it up to me

by hacking into the CIA.

Uh, excuse me.

But I already burned all
my back doors into that network

getting somebody out of there.

You want something done right,
you have to do it yourself.

You cannot be thinking...

You just busted out of Langley,
now you wanna sneak back in?

Old files aren't stored at Langley.

It's still the CIA.
They are looking for you.

Michael, I don't want to.

I have to.

This has been hanging over me
my whole life.

Okay, who's next?

Come on.

Road to becoming an agent
goes through me.

None of you garbage-sucking
little worms

wants to stick his head above ground?

Is that why you're still here?

Division didn't need to
fake your death, did they?

Nobody gives a damn about trash.

Mommy and daddy aren't around
to teach you any manners.

Hey!

What are you looking at?

It's time we did something
about Nikita.

If we can't control her down here,

we can't control her out there.

Would you trust her
with your life on an op?

- I'll take that as a "no."
- So cancel her.

All I'm asking for is a chance
to talk some sense into her.

As far as I can tell,
nobody's done that.

If I don't see immediate improvement,
she gets a bullet in the brain.

And you will be the one
to put it there.

I get it.

If it was my people,
I'd be out there looking too.

There's only one thing

that's worse than losing a family,

and it's not having one.

Okay.
What's wrong?

- Nothing.
- Doesn't sound like nothing.

Sounds like there's something
you want to tell me.

Michael is Max's father.

You cannot tell him.

Michael...

Oh, my God.

What?

Are you...?

No.

- Pregnant?
- No.

Uh, I know what you meant.

I, um... the answer's no.

Oh, good.

No, I don't mean "good." I mean...

I didn't mean "good." I-I meant...

- Yeah.
- You know what I mean.

Yeah.

What's on your mind?

I just feel like

you're sacrificing so much for me,

and I'm not...
I'm not doing anything for you.

Hey.

If I can't get my family back,

the least I can do is
help you get back yours.

Morning.
Good workout?

You can see me?

That new security system
isn't just to keep out the bad guys.

How do you think Division
spies on you?

Now, who told you

that I get an alert
whenever someone searches

my name on the web?

You did.

Back when we were at Division.

You wanted to see which
girls were checking you out.

I needed to get in touch
with Nikita somehow.

So what?
I'm just supposed to believe

that you didn't pass this little
tidbit about me on to Division?

I'm only using them
to get what I need.

What, like Percy's enemies list?

We found the files.

Plenty of bad guys,
nothing useful on Semak.

Percy was playing you.

Why would he lie?

Uh, 'cause he's Percy.

Why are you telling me this?
Where's Nikita? Put her on.

What am I, an operator?

Anyway, she's just gonna give you
the same lecture she used to give me,

and I hate to admit it,
but she's right.

You can't beat Percy at his own game.

The only way to win is not to play.

Most of this stuff is classified.

If you were looking for
an N.I.C. report, then okay.

But since it's
a F.O.I.A. request, no way.

I mean, I'm gonna have to get
clearance from the A.R.P.

And then they're gonna be
heavily redacted by the I.P.C.

Got it.

23, 13, here you go.

- Knock yourself out.
- Great.

- He's going to have a headache.
- Better him than me.

Hey!

Hey, stop right there!

Come in. Have a 404,
now a 359. Send backup!

Send backup!

About an hour ago, Nikita and Michael
hit a CIA Storehouse in Maryland.

Made off
with some old personnel files.

Let me guess.
You need me to tell you why.

I can guess what
Nikita is looking for now.

She's after her real father.

How were you planning
on dealing with him?

Nikita won't give up until
she knows where she came from.

Remember that?

We can use it against her.

We?

You should've run this past me
before you put it in motion.

Richard Ellison is not a name

I was expecting to hear again.

But now that I have,
I don't need you.

Sometimes when you gamble, you lose.

This should be a surprise.

Especially if it's not the right guy.

He's the only CIA agent on the file
that wasn't accounted for.

Well, that is,
until Birkhoff found him.

Hardly seems like the kind of place
you'd find a CIA operative.

That's probably why he's here.

Should we have called first?

No, I think that
might have spooked him.

He wouldn't be living under
an alias if he wanted visitors.

What are you doing?

Just checking it out.

Hey, he's not here.

It's not like
I can leave a note, Michael.

H-h-hey, l-look. Maybe
you don't want your old man

to come home to find
his house broken into.

Might get things off
on the wrong foot.

Nikita, we can wait.

Then wait.

Anyone?

Drop it.

Who are you, CIA?

I'm your daughter, Richard.

I don't have a daughter.

My name is Nikita.

My mother was Anh.
I was adopted...

My daughter's dead.

I tried to find her a few years back.
All I found was her grave.

My death was faked.

We both know a little
something about disappearing,

don't we?

Well...

Great to meet you.

But I'm a fugitive,
and I wanna stay that way.

Let's go.
Out.

What did you do?

If I told you that,

you'd be an accessory
to my so-called crimes.

Add it to my list.

You need to leave.

I have come way too far
to leave here empty-handed.

Richard, just tell me what happened.

I was doing my job.

'84, I slipped back into Laos.

And my contact
had just returned from Hanoi,

where he came across
half a dozen men digging a well

under armed guard.

"Caucasians," he said,
"wearing lots of zippers."

You know what has lots of zippers?

Yeah, a flight suit.

- Downed pilots.
- Yeah.

Though I had credible Intel
on P.O.W.S and a location...

- Why didn't this come out?
- Politics.

The higher-ups didn't even
want to look into it.

Afraid they'd start an incident.

That didn't sit well with me.

So I raised hell.

Like father, like daughter.

Next thing I knew,
I was brought up on charges

of smuggling heroin out of Thailand.

But I ran before they could...

Who the hell are these guys?

- It's an Alpha team.
- How did they find us?

- Percy must have set us up.
- What the hell have you done?

They're not after you,
they're after me.

We're sitting ducks,
and we gotta get out.

Where?

Follow me.

Get down!

More guns?
Where are you gonna put that?

Under my pillow.

This is Seymour Birkhoff, our...

Landlord.

Birkhoff, this is Richard.

My father.
Sounds weird to say.

Sounds even weirder to hear.

Appreciate your hospitality.

I'll be out of your hair
before you know it.

Sure.

Spare bedroom's,
uh, down there to the left.

You know, you don't
have to leave right away.

You can stay.

You shouldn't have to be
on the run anymore.

I don't really have a choice.

There must be some document
that could corroborate your story,

some witness that can exonerate you.

It's out there.
We'll find it.

I appreciate that,
but, uh, it's way too risky.

We're a family.
This is what you do.

You've known me, what?

Less than one day.

And in that time, my cover's been blown,
my home has been destroyed,

and now I'm being officially hunted
by two Government Agencies.

- I never intended...
- I know.

But when you say
you're gonna fix things,

you can see how
I might be a little worried.

- Richard...
- Look.

I'm just not so sure

I can give you what
you're looking for.

How do you know what I'm looking for?

You're right.
I don't.

I'm never gonna believe
anything you tell me again.

Oh, please.

You are hardly the victim
in all this.

You were using me.

The least you could do
is tell me why.

I sincerely doubt Amanda
would want you to know.

Know what?

What are you talking about?

Very well.

I sent you to complete a mission

that began seven years ago.

- Hey. Don't shoot.
- Richard?

What are you doing?

Getting me something
to help put me to sleep.

Maybe I shouldn't, huh?

When your Landlord's a little touchy.

I recommend the Zephyr's kiss.

Sets Birkhoff back 12 grand a bottle.

Oh.

Look, I'm sorry about
what I said before.

Sometimes I let my anger
do the talking.

Yeah.

You know, I've imagined
this moment for so long...

All the things that I would ask.

I don't even know where to begin.

Well...

You probably want to know
about your mother.

She was a nurse.

How did you two meet?

I got shot on a mission.

She patched me up,

and, uh, let's say I convalesced

a little longer than I needed to.

Were you there when she died?

No. It was too dangerous
to be there for the delivery.

Can you imagine?
One minute, they tell you

you've got this brand new,
beautiful baby girl,

and a week later...

I should've gotten her out

when I had the chance.

Luckily, I didn't make
the same mistake with you.

Why did you give me up?

Was it because I caused her death?

Oh, God, no.

No, I didn't blame you for that.

You know how dangerous this life is.

It's no place to raise a kid.

Especially by yourself.

I took you over to the States

the first chance I got.

Giving you up was the hardest thing

I've ever done in my life.

You were all that I had left of her.

Then you never should've given me up.

Sorry.

Sometimes I let my anger
do the talking too.

Yeah, it figures.

Nikita's dad being CIA, you know?

Did you know her father's identity?

I did.

Why didn't you tell her about him?

All I'm asking for is a chance
to talk some sense into her.

If I don't see immediate improvement,

she gets a bullet in the brain.

And you will be the one
to put it there.

I wouldn't count on him succeeding.

She's a tough nut to crack.

Should have left it to the expert?

The way I see it,
Nikita runs on anger.

It fuels her fire,
but she can't turn it off.

And there's a lot of anger
to drawn on.

She's like a dog that's
been kicked its whole life.

All it knows how to do is lash out.

How would you make the bitch heel?

Nikita won't stop

until she knows where she came from.

I say we let her find her father.

It'll give her a sense of self-worth,

at least make her
feel grateful to us.

We don't want to
dissipate the anger...

Just channel it.

The idea was hers,
the plan was all mine.

Nikita was always snooping
around on the computer,

trying to dig up her past.

So I decided to let her

uncover her personnel file

and see that her father
was listed as "classified."

She'd track him down,

show up at his front door,

and find out not only

was she not trash,

she was intelligence royalty.

She'd have to figure,

"hey, I was cut out for this."

Why didn't you tell her?

Why did you let her

discover it for herself?

Why did I make you work
for the Intel on Semak

instead of just telling you?

Because it wasn't true.

So you and Michael.

How long are you gonna be
on this crusade of yours?

As long as it takes, I guess.

Why?

Just...Wonder if you
ever thought about children.

Oh.
I don't know.

This life that we live...

Seems far off.

Although sometimes I think that

Michael wishes he had a child.

Come on.

What's stopping you?

His wife and his daughter

were killed by a car bomb.

He lost his whole family.

Just like you.

I'm sorry I brought it up.

Richard Ellison doesn't exist.

I changed her personnel file.

I planted the fictitious CIA record.

I invented the myth

of her father.

She'd be more inclined to believe it

if she found it out herself.

But she never did find out.

The program was never activated.

Michael got to her somehow

and, uh, turned her around.

But the plan was still out there,

sitting on the Black Box,

just waiting to be used.

So now...

A tool that was designed

to motivate a recruit Nikita

becomes a weapon
to destroy a rogue Nikita.

Never let anything go to waste.

Your relationship
is none of my business.

No, actually, I-I've been...

Wanting to talk to someone about it.

Well...

I mean, I-I...

If you don't feel
comfortable telling me,

I-I understand.

Michael has a child
that he doesn't know about.

Five-year-old boy.

Why haven't you told him?

Because he'd want to go

and protect his son.

And I'm afraid that

it would just make things worse.

Sooner or later, Division would find out.
They'd both be in danger.

And I don't want to lose him.

It's been so hard

keeping this from him.

I've gotten into so much trouble

keeping the truth from people.

Hey, uh...

I don't know if...

If it's too soon

to be giving you advice
and all, but...

I just think it's better
to tell the truth every time.

Always.
Even when it hurts.

Good night, Richard.

Sleep tight.

Roan, what have you heard?

Nothing but silence.

I asked for an update,
but he hasn't responded.

What do you want to do?

Give him a little more time.

Let him secure the Box, then strike.

Alex?
It's like 2:00 a.m. here.

Birkhoff, are you alone?

- What did you have in mind?
- Shut up.

You're in danger.

Nikita's dad is a Division plant.

If you're looking for the bathroom,
it's just up the stairs.

The Black Box.
Where did you stash it?

Uh, just over here.

Shh!

Shh!
Keep it down!

- What?
- Keep it down!

Was it all a lie?

Where's my father?

I'm the only family you've got.

Stop!
Stop!

We need to get him talking.

Still no word?

We've heard struggle over the comms.

We have to assume he's compromised.

Even if he is a hostage,
this is not a rescue mission.

Storm the house.
Retrieve the Black Box.

Kill everything else.

Who are you working for?

Who do you think?
Division.

Looking for the Black Box.

Hey, Birkhoff.

If you didn't fight him off...

You saved our asses.

Don't thank me.
Thank Alex.

She's the one who warned us off.

What was the plan?
Kill us in our sleep?

How much time did they give you?

How about I reopen that wound

my mother stitched?

I can be just as cruel as you are.

I'm Division.
Psy-ops.

I've been stationed in Manila
for years.

You're a pro.
I knew it, I knew it.

I trained for this mission
seven years ago.

Nobody was more surprised than me
when they reactivated it.

I got to walnut Lane
three hours before you did.

And the guy
you were pretending to be?

CIA Agent.

Died in a black prison
for smuggling heroin.

I don't know the first thing
about your father.

He's wasting our time.

If he's Division, he has a tracker.

How close are they?

Your best bet is ransom me

and give them the Black Box
in exchange for your lives.

I don't need your advice.

The way Amanda works,

she would easily trade
your life for mine.

- Kevlar.
- Good.

Okay, here's the plan.
We got...

We're gonna need air support!

No way.

That's some kamikaze crazy.
It could...

Kill us all?

I know.

Where's your tablet?

Far.

Good luck.

Michael!

Michael?

We're getting off this damn beach!

You wanted to see me?

Did we get her?

She escaped.

She must have figured it out.

You should know how hard it is
to lie and get away with it.

Oh, I know.

And I think that's something
you're about to find out.

Again.

What are you talking about?

I warned you not to betray me, Alex.

Twice.

And each time, I knew you would.

I know you warned Nikita.

Do you have any idea
how furious Amanda will be

if she finds out that
you've ruined her golden opportunity?

I guarantee your partnership
will be terminated.

It's my word against yours.

Can you pass her lie detector test?

I can.

I own you, Alex.

From now on,

you will get me what I want
when I want it.

No questions asked.

Or there will be questions asked.

Go to hell.

You know where to find me.

We'll rendez-vous on Tatooine.

Or wherever the hell
I set up the next rebel base.

You know how to contact me.

I should've known better.

Should've known better than to believe
my father was alive.

It almost got us killed.

I just wanted a home so badly,
I lost us the one we had.

Now we're nowhere.

Hey, I was right there with you.

If anyone should have seen
things clearly,

it was me.

I wanted this for you too.

Your real father might be out there.

If you want to go
looking for him again,

we can do that.

I can't deny you something

I want myself.

What are you talking about?

I didn't shoot Richard
back there for revenge, Michael.

He knew a secret.

A secret he could take back
to Division.

This is what you
almost told me before, isn't it?

I was just trying to protect you.

But I...

Back in Belarus,

when I was with Max,

he told me his birthday.

He was born nine months after
your mission in Minsk.

Michael, you have a son.

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