Nikita (2010–2013): Season 3, Episode 20 - High-Value Target - full transcript

Our mission was a success?

I wanted it to be quieter.

How did you make your approach?

Local contact.

A woman named Yelena.

Did you need to eliminate her?

No.

Lethal force was only
necessary for the target.

And his bodyguard.

How did it feel?

Excuse me?



How did it feel to take out the
head of a major drug cartel?

It felt...

good?

You did a great service
for your country.

Must be tough not knowing who's
behind your brother's death.

Especially since you're the
head of Brazilian Intelligence.

Americans.

Black-ops group,
code-named Division.

I always suspected a rival cartel,
but I could never track her down.

The woman in red.

Her name, what is it?

Preview's free.

You're gonna have to pay for
the feature presentation.

The black box contains a treasure trove
of America's dirty little secrets.



That's your ticket to payback.

Highest bidder wins,
but don't worry...

this is a very
exclusive auction.

Money is no object.

That's what I wanted to hear.

Your bidding phone. The auction
will be controlled with this.

You'll wanna keep it close.
I'll send details soon.

You know what?

I've got a good feeling
about your chances.

Nothing. No whiff
of Amanda anywhere.

- I'm having no luck either.
- This is pointless.

Without ShadowNet, we couldn't find
Waldo, much less Amanda and Owen.

They can't just sell the
black box to anybody.

No, but it's not like they're
gonna advertise online.

It'll be a direct transaction,
protected point of sale.

I've got theories on possible venues,
but they're all over the world.

We have no way of checking on
them without any field agents.

Look, we can talk a good game,
but we have to face the facts.

Division is only us now.

We're literally the
only ones left.

And we've been taking
a pretty bad beating.

It was just us before.

And we took down Percy and all
of Division from a safe house.

But we knew where Percy was. We
had a bull's-eye we could aim at.

We're flying blind now.

And every hour that goes by brings us that
much closer to the sale of the black box.

It might be time to think
about our options.

What?

Nikita, we don't have
the tools to fix this.

We need to take action before
the president figures out...

what has happened here and sends
a Navy SEAL team to clean up.

I hate to say this...

but I think we should run.

Speak for yourself, sailor.

Cyrus?

What are you doing here?

I ask myself the same thing.

I see why all my calls go
straight to voice mail.

Everything's down,
as you can see.

Didn't you get the
packet we sent?

New identity, background files, the
whole get-out-of-Division-free card?

I did. And as
tempted as I was...

to pawn my ceremonial gold
watch and head to Cancún...

I got wind of some chatter
you needed to know.

So I came in. Seemed like
the right thing to do.

"Right thing" my ass.
He's on the box too.

Wait a minute. What
kind of chatter?

A high-level auction's about to go down.
Invite only, very hush-hush.

The prize?

America's dirtiest secrets,
all in one handy package.

The black box.

Here's the thing.

Whoever's making the sale knows
exactly what they're doing.

You want me to pay for this?

If I wanted gossip,
I'd buy a newspaper.

Not gossip. Leverage.

And, uh, sometimes the best weapon
against an enemy is another enemy.

Nietzsche.

A man after my own soul.

Yeah. Yeah, Germany
will participate.

Okay, when and where
is this auction?

Toronto. At the G20
summit this week.

God, the G20. Of course.

Leaders of the world's 20 largest
economies together in one spot.

Along with their intelligence
and security chiefs.

People who'd be most
interested in the black box.

Perfect opportunity and cover.

- How could I not see this?
- Well, you did just wake up from a coma.

Five countries have been invited to bid,
but China and Russia are the real players.

Germany, Turkey and Brazil are also on
that list, but they're just seat-fillers.

They have dough, but their
black-ops budgets...

are only half the size of
the other superpowers.

Security at the G20's gonna be tight,
but if we can silent partner...

with one of the smaller countries,
that could get us access.

All we need to do is get
close enough to grab Sam.

Cyrus, can you get us in
with one of the bidders?

The only in with these types is money.
Cash to help them win the auction.

- Division has no operational funds left.
- Then Division has a problem.

- What are you gonna use for the buy-in?
- We can use my money.

From the Udinov trust.

Are you sure?

If it's gonna help us get
the black box, then yes.

I owe it to you.

I owe it to all of you.

It's like karma. We save
Cyrus's life, he saves ours.

And maybe Owen in the process.

Nikita, let's get
something clear.

Owen is our enemy now.

I know he hasn't been himself.

Yeah, that's the thing.

Sam is who he really is.

And if it comes to it, Sam is
the man who's gonna go down.

No. That's who he was.

People can change.

Look at Cyrus. Look
at me, Michael.

If all anyone ever saw were the
things I did for Division...

they'd think I was a monster.

If we can't believe that people change, then
everything we're fighting for is meaningless.

Honey, I'm home.

You didn't abuse the minibar, did you?
Because they really gouge you on that stuff.

I gotta hand it to you, your
picks were right on the money.

What can I say? I know how
to get a man's attention.

Only one that needed a little
coaxing was the German.

Once I told him that "best weapon against
an enemy" quote you told me, he was all in.

Well, the Germans
love their Nietzsche.

Given that I've held up
my end of the bargain...

why don't you say we adopt a more
relaxed working relationship, hmm?

Yeah...

no can do.

Not till the auction starts.

I'm sorry, but I know very well
how you get a man's attention.

Ops, we're on-site. You sure
we're gonna find him here?

Sorry, Nikki, I can't confirm.
We have no eyes here.

I'm not sure if
our target, uh...

Erhan Guler. Turkish minister
of Internal Affairs.

I'm not sure if
Guler's even on-site.

He'll be the youngest
intelligence wonk at the bar.

Western educated.
Loves a good martini.

Got him. Standard three-man
security escort.

Alex, you're up.

On my way.

Well, that's my cue. You
can take it from here.

If you ever find yourselves in the
Yucatán, give me a shout. Mojitos on me.

Everybody down! Get down!

- Everybody down!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Everybody down on
the ground now!

Easy, easy.

Get down! Stay down!

Right now. On your knees.

Ryan, what's going on?

The SEALS are here.

Sweep and clear the
rest of this hole.

- Use caution.
- Yes, sir.

We're the only ones here.

Rest of the personnel
evacuated two days ago.

Oh, we know.

We retasked a satellite.

This facility's been on watch
ever since Danforth died.

You thought you could cut and run right
under the nose of the president?

We're toast.

I knew coming back here
would bite me in the ass.

Commander, I know how upset the
president must be with me...

- but we are in the middle...
- Take them topside.

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

Unless you wanna
betray your country.

Is that a threat?
Identify yourself.

I'm the point man on the op
you're interrupting now.

What Fletcher's trying to tell you is that
we're after something called the black box.

Black box?

You haven't been briefed
on everything, have you?

Pick up the phone, call the
president, tell her...

that Amanda's gonna sell
the black box at the G20.

- See what she says.
- What are you doing?

Call her. If she says no, we'll
abort and turn ourselves in.

Okay, Alex, we can't wait for that call. To get
the box, we need access to the auction now.

COPY-

Minister Guler?

Hello. My name is...

Alexandra Udinov.

It's fine. Please.

Excuse my security.

It is actually Deputy Minister Guler,
but I appreciate the promotion.

- You know me?
- I know of you.

A lot of my job is reading,
including the tabloids.

The more interesting question
is, how do you know me?

You mean know of you?

From a friend of a friend.

Well, then, please thank
your friend of a friend.

- Would you like a drink?
- No.

I'd like to get in on
the auction tonight.

For the black box. I'm willing
to back your bid for it.

Black box? Is it, uh, jewels or...?
I don't... What is...?

Please, don't pretend like you
don't know what I'm talking about.

Question is, how do you know
what you're talking about?

A former Zetrov contact
alerted me to the sale.

Everyone knows that a U.S.
black-ops group killed my family.

The proof is on that box.

I wanna confirm that.

Then it's yours.

I've been able to free
up 200 million, liquid.

And you came to me because...?

Because without my money, you
don't have a chance to win.

That wounds me.

You know the Chinese and the Russians
will outbid Turkey to get it.

When it comes to intelligence budgets,
you're punching above your weight.

So why back us?

Why not Germany or Brazil?

Because they aren't
friends with my friend.

Our mission's in play.

- Call your boss.
- Or call off the mission.

Your call.

Stop helping-

Madam President?

Susan?

It's fine. She's a former student
of mine from Harvard Law.

Come.

Just give us a minute, please.

- How are you?
- I'm wonderful. How are you?

- Good, thank you.
- And thank you for seeing me.

Vasquez updated me. What
the hell's going on?

The box is set to be
auctioned to a rival nation.

If you get me into the reception
tonight, I'll recover it for you.

Then our mission will be done and you'll
never hear the word "Division" again.

- What about the other agents who fled?
- It's in their interest to keep a low profile.

Especially after their identities
are erased off the box.

So do we have a deal?

Do you understand
that if you fail...

your friends at the bunker
will pay the price?

Steve, can you get my friend a guest
pass for the reception tonight?

Susan, it was lovely
to see you again.

And you.

I must say, you clean
up very nicely.

You know, Percy used to
say the same thing to me.

Oh, that's right. Before you were
a guardian, you were a cleaner.

Yeah.

And you're gonna be
my last cleanup.

I'd wait on that if I were you.

I've waited 10 years.

If anything goes wrong, you need
me to set up another auction.

That's a good point.

I'll kill you after.

Ops, we're in.

Good. Michael, you in position?

Set.

Nikita, you're our eyes in there.
What do you see?

Alex is at the bar with Turkey.

Cyrus, you said Russia's portly
and China's tall, is that right?

No, Russia's tall.

And yes, the Chinese MSS leader
could stand to lay off the lo mein.

- Champagne?
- Thank you.

I've got Russia.

I got China.

- And Germany.
- Do you see Sam?

No. Owen is not on-site yet.

The auction has started.

Don't bid too much too fast.

Never tell a Turk
how to make a deal.

The bidding has started.
He must be here.

Remember, Nikita, their
security people have weapons.

Michael, I'm gonna make myself
visible, try and flush Owen to you.

How can she know exactly
where he'll go?

The best exfil route is
through the service corridor.

- Where Michael's set to ambush.
- How can you be sure he'll exfil?

- When he spots Nikita, he'll know...
- How can you be sure he's on-site?

Could you please try and
not distract us any more?

I can barely hear myself think, let alone
keep tabs on our people with no visual.

Guns make him nervous. Especially
when they're pointed at his head.

The woman in red.

That's her.

That's her. The assassin.

He made me. He's
on his way to you.

Hey, Sam.

Auction's over.

So you figured out the G20, huh?

- You know what happens if that box gets out.
- I don't care.

You used to.

Your life's mission was
to protect the box.

- Wasn't my life.
- Where is it?

Look... Unh!

You think I'd have it on me?

There's the bitch that
killed my brother.

- Who is he?
- I don't know.

- Who's his brother?
- No idea.

I'm sure he deserved it.

He slipped your ambush.

SO, what's your play?

We still have him in pocket.
We can adjust.

You just need to let
us finish this.

It doesn't help having
you question...

This isn't good. We gotta think backup
plan in case this thing goes south.

What plan?

Against armed Navy SEALs?
Are you nuts?

Am I?

- These guys screwed us. We're back at zero.
- Not quite.

When I grabbed Sam,
look what I got.

Room at Dorsett Glenn Hotel.

Birkhoff, can you scan this
and get me the room number?

Alex, keep an eye on Owen.

Let's talk.

You've got a lot of nerve,
after what you guys pulled.

Too bad it didn't work.

Maybe you and your boyfriend
will get another chance.

Don't count on it.

Tell me something.

How long did it take
you to get over Emily?

It wasn't me.

It was Owen.

How long did it take him?

He never did.

Wait a second.

Are you saying Pierce is dead?

Oh.

Sweetheart, it's a war.

People die, you shake
it off, you move on.

Owen couldn't.

This what you wanted
to talk about?

No.

I have a proposition for you.

I will give you $200 million right now.
In exchange, you give me two locations.

The black box and Amanda. Division
will take care of the rest.

You want me to throw in Amanda?

We want her dead just
as much as you do.

No deal. I wanna
kill her myself.

And the bidding's already
higher than you're offering.

Don't do this.

Your time as Owen has
to mean something.

Yeah, it means I lost
10 years of my life.

It wasn't just a loss.

You gained as well.

All of us.

We care about you.

Yeah, that was your
first mistake.

Nikita? Mikey, you there?
I can hardly hear you.

We're in the hotel stairwell.
Is the elevator broken?

Toronto P.D.'s running security.
We've got guns.

Like I said, we're
in the stairwell.

- I got that room number for you.
- Good. Please tell me it's not the penthouse.

Room 616.

We're on our way.

What are you doing?

Letting old hacker buddies
know I'm back in the game.

They're card-carrying anarchists.
They gotta be tapped into the G20.

- Well, you better hurry.
- Why's that?

Because the bidding's over.
We didn't win.

Then who did?

Looks like the Germans.
Want me to follow Sam?

No.

No, stay with the Germans. They're
gonna pick up their prize.

- The Germans? No way.
- So you were wrong.

No. There's no way the German BND had
enough cash to beat China and Russia.

You're done. Call off your
team, abort the mission.

No. We're following the winners.

We stay with them, they'll
bring us straight to the box.

- Took you long enough.
- We got your message.

Gun!

Give me the room card.

Who were those guys?

Room 622's empty.

Police. Anyone in here?

Hello.

Whoa! What the hell is this?

- Did my wife send you?
- You're married?

Sorry. I'm sorry. There's
been an incident.

Carry on.

It's Nikki. She's calling in.

- Put her on private comm.
- No. Over the speaker.

- We've lost Amanda.
- What? How?

She was taken from Sam's
room by an unknown party.

Against her will?

Looked more like a rescue
than a kidnapping.

Can you follow?

Hall's swarming with cops.
Gotta wait till it's clear.

We need to move. I can't keep
the SEALs at bay much longer.

Nerd, we need eyes on Amanda to track her.
Traffic cams, satellite images, something.

- I'm working on it.
- Well, work faster.

- Okay, I'm in contact with Akira.
- He's hacker legend.

Heh. In his own mind, maybe. Knows his stuff,
though. We can get what we need from him.

Confirm ID? It's me, damn it.

Akira. Didn't you guys used to,
you know, cosplay together?

Yeah.

- You dressed up as Gold Bikini Leia?
- I lost a bet, okay?

- Okay, yes. Got facial recog online.
- All right.

Okay, search for Amanda
through Toronto traffic cams.

Alex, you got eyes on
the black box yet?

They're heading
towards a black SUV.

I have eyes on the black box.

- Wire the remaining funds.
- The man has paid in full.

It's hard to believe this drive is
worth $300 million to the chancellor.

It's worth a lot more than
that to the right person.

Yeah, I have the black box. Am heading
towards the rendezvous point.

Yeah. The cover
story is in place.

What cover story?

Here.

The one that explains why the
box never made it to Berlin.

The leader just
killed his own men.

He's on the move.
I'm in pursuit.

We lost the box?

But we found Amanda.

This is five minutes ago on the Gardiner. She's
taking an exit that leads to the harbor.

She's headed to the port.
Tell Nikita.

Wait, the lead German did what?

He shot his own guys.
It makes no sense.

Karl Jaeger is career BND.

Maybe someone made
him a better offer.

- Like who?
- Like the people who rescued Amanda.

Two things happening at the exact
same time that we can't explain.

- Not sure I see the connection.
- Me neither.

But I think I know someone who might.
You still have that bidding phone?

I'd say boa noite, but I'm
guessing this ain't Santos.

Hello, Sam.

You know, I love the
way you say my name.

What can I do for you, Nikita?
You want a loan?

Couple million dollars?
Hell, 20.

No, just an answer.

You weren't surprised when the
Germans won your auction?

A little bit.

I didn't think they'd
have that kind of money.

- What if Amanda helped them get it?
- No way.

She never left the room.

She told you who to
approach for the auction?

Pointed you towards Jaeger?
Told you what to say to him?

The only thing she suggested for that guy
is that I convince him with some quote.

"The best weapon against an enemy is
another enemy." Or something like that.

That was a message.

She played you. She's been
playing you this whole time.

I was gonna kill her.

But you didn't, did you?

And now she's on her way to a port
to collect a prize you won for her.

Congratulations, Sam.

Glad to see you're safe. When I
was approached about the box...

I was worried that the man
killed you to secure it.

And I was worried you
might not get my message.

There was no guarantee Sam would
share the Nietzsche quote.

That's the benefit of
planning for contingencies.

Planning is crucial when
you're playing the long game.

My people are excited you're joining
our team. The box is an extra.

Well, I hate hyperbole, but I think it's fair
to say our relationship could change the world.

- If your helicopter ever arrives.
- Yeah.

Say that again.

- Ma'am, the mission has failed.
- How?

The black box is in the hands
of a rogue German agent.

Making any progress? You know, with
the thing that does the thing?

Catching that.

The second target, Amanda, is
about to exfil from Toronto.

Damn it. What else...?

What else are they doing?

Ma'am, they do not have the
resources to handle this crisis.

That's not true. Nikita...

ls only one woman.

It's over.

Ma'am, the box is in the open.

Well, this is... We
can't let that happen.

There will be too many questions. We
need to contain this as best we can.

Understood.

Now!

Go, go!

Okay. That's a lot of sealed
doors between us and them.

That was nice work back there.

How long before they figure
out how to get them open?

If they know how to short-circuit
the lockdown, maybe 15 minutes.

- Or they'll blow the doors one by one.
- Nikita's gotta get to that box.

Yeah. The SEALs have
executed a kill order.

We can't hold them
off much longer.

We're at the port now.

They're flanking left!

- Tell your men to back off.
- What?

For our plan to work, we need
Nikita and Michael alive.

They stopped shooting.

Never learned when to quit, huh?

You'll be hunted forever.

I already am, by
better than you.

Hey.

Sam?

Or Owen.

Maybe we haven't lost him yet.

These guys are good.

They should be.

They've been training in an exact
replica of Division for months.

And you stay there why?

I think it's time for plan B.

You sure?

Nikita, we're here. But not for long,
unless you've got some good news.

The box is destroyed.
I'm sending a photo.

She got it. She got it.

Showing Vasquez is no good. We gotta
get this in front of the president.

Picture's uploaded.

Whatever you're
doing, do it faster.

Come on, Akira.

There you are.

One last favor.

I need all your spambots.

- Who are we spamming?
- Toronto.

What's going on?

Looks like a hacker collective
sent this picture out wide.

Some type of hard
drive shot to hell.

Maybe it's symbolic?

If you'll excuse me
for just a moment.

Shoot and we all die.

Hold your fire.

Four RDX charges are placed on the key
support beams at the base of this facility.

They're wired to this trigger.

I let go, nobody
leaves here alive.

Fletcher, I read your file.
You're just a low-level analyst.

Low-level analyst.

Right.

A low-level analyst
who was killed...

resurrected in a hole filled
with criminals and murderers.

A low-level analyst who's
gone up against the MSS...

FBI, CIA...

ordered heads of
state executed...

even kidnapped the president of
Uzbekistan from inside the White House.

All while living under the
threat that someone like you...

would come in here and
put a bullet in my head.

So believe me when I
tell you, Vasquez...

that file you read is in
desperate need of a revision.

You're gonna wanna get that.

Madam President.

Let me speak with Fletcher.

Got our message?

Everyone did.

As promised, the
box is destroyed.

And as promised, you
are free to go.

Let's hope you're right
about the agents who ran.

Give me Vasquez.

Yes, ma'am?

Understood.

Stand down.

Birkhoff, it's really great, but I
think it might be a little premature.

- She's still out there.
- And she isn't alone. She has help.

- Only a matter of time before she regroups.
- All right. Shh, shh, shh, shush.

Yes, I know it's not over and I know there
are plenty more bad guys out there...

but right now, we are celebrating
something long overdue.

- Division is dead, baby.
- Amen to that.

Aw, for me? And here I was
coming to say goodbye.

It's been fun.

- Hey, thank you for everything.
- Yeah.

I had my guy at Toronto Harbour
look up Amanda's chopper.

It's registered to a Bellfar Systems.
Does that mean anything to you?

Seymour...

Bellfar Systems was the same front
company the Shop used in Cincinnati.

- Amanda's working with the Shop.
- What's the Shop?

It's Percys with pocket protectors.
It's bad. It's very bad.

If Amanda's aligned herself with
them, she'll be capable of anything.

She already is.

What does she need them for?

Maybe they need her.

Somehow that seems
so much worse.