Nikita (2010–2013): Season 3, Episode 7 - Intersection - full transcript

Should have responded
to your recall earlier.

You made the right choice.

A chance to bury Division?
I'm in.

It's what we do. Welcome
to the winning side.

Ops, I got visual on target.

Okay, Nikki, be careful.

We don't know what her
contact is armed with.

- Relax.
- I have to warn her.

- I have to warn Amanda.
- No.

If she finds out I didn't warn her, she
will trigger my kill chip and I will die.

That's not gonna happen.



She's going down,
you're getting free.

I'm sorry.

I already did. I had to.

Nikki, look out! It's a trap!

Well, that worked out.

Birkhoff, why
didn't you tell me?

Because he didn't trust you.

Sonya?

I no longer require
your services.

Sonya!

Just tell her.

Just tell her.

I can't breathe, Nikki.

Nerd?



Are you ever not armed?

- Seriously.
- Why are you shadowing me?

I had to make sure
nobody else was.

Okay.

Said you felt like you
were being watched.

Yeah, but I haven't
spotted anyone till now.

There's a good reason for it.
Trust me.

Sonya is the mole.

- What?
- She needs your help.

About three weeks ago, Amanda's cleaner
grabbed her coming out of her apartment.

They reactivated her kill chip.

If she doesn't update
them every two hours...

she's considered compromised.

She couldn't ask for help? We
can remove her chip in Medical.

No, no. There's a second mole.

Someone whose sole job it is to watch
her, make sure she stays in line.

- So she has access to you, to us.
- Yeah.

Amanda wants her to focus on personal dirt.
She doesn't care about the missions.

She's playing the long game.
She wants to see me suffer.

You did the right thing telling
me, but we gotta tell the others.

- No, no, no. I told Sonya...
- Listen...

I'll keep it quiet. Trust me.
I promise.

- Okay.
- In the meantime...

make sure Sonya plays along.

"Most wanted."

That's what I like to hear.

How do you know she
isn't playing you?

Do I detect a hint
of jealousy, Anne?

No. Suspicion.

Why do you trust Sonya?

She has an explosive in her brain
stem that I have on speed dial.

Who needs trust?

Long as you know when to use it.

Let's check the weather, then.

Partially cloudy, but still a balmy 78.
You see?

Wailea Beach?

If our friend on the inside senses
Sonya is flirting with betrayal...

the forecast on this weather
site changes and I retire Sonya.

This must be what it
felt like to be Nikita.

On the run from place to place,
launching her war from a laptop...

with a mole inside Division.

She lives inside stronger walls now,
but in a way she's weaker than ever.

Even the strongest walls
can come crashing down.

All you need to find is a
single crack on the surface.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What are you doing here?

It's a nice day. Thought
I'd take a walk.

- Yeah.
- It's a little warm to wear that jacket, huh?

Not really. Were
you following me?

- Should I be?
- No.

Lately I've been feeling like
someone's been watching me.

We all have.

We're letting Amanda's
mind games get to us.

Or maybe you just took
too many of these.

Sobelex, huh?

- I saw the signs on you a few days ago.
- Give it back, Michael.

Why?

They're not yours,
they're Division's.

It's an experimental painkiller
designed for combat use.

Not recommended for
ex-drug addicts.

I was only taking it for my shoulder.
I wanted to help.

Help?

This doesn't just put your
life in danger, Alex.

This puts my life in danger.

Nikita's.

Anyone who relies on you to shoot
straight and back them up in the field.

I do.

It's Nikita.

Okay, look, Michael, you're right, okay?
I'll stop. I'll stop.

Just please don't
tell Nikita, please?

Hey.

I'm on my way.

We're needed back at the office.

- Thank you.
- Don't.

I made the decision to talk to you
before Nikita because this...

would hurt her more
than anyone...

on account of everything
she's gone through for you.

So you are gonna be the
one that tells her.

You're gonna clean up,
and you're not going...

back out into the field
until that happens.

What did Nikita want?

Looks like we're
both gonna find out.

All right, people, we
need to up our game.

Let's close the net.

Now, we know that she was in
Luxembourg three weeks back...

and Andalusia six days ago.

We need to figure out
where she's going next.

Let's go.

Sonya? Where's the list of
her confiscated inventory?

- Almost done.
- We need it now.

- Bring it into Briefing.
- Yes, sir.

- That should buy us some time.
- Call that believable?

- "Okay, people, we need to up our game."
- Birkhoff, calm down.

It just sounded fake.

- We should be doing this in Ryan's office.
- I couldn't be here.

Your fake inventory, sir.

- Are you sure there's a second mole?
- No, but I can't take the risk.

Let's start going
over our options.

Surgery. Remove the chip.

We lost our best surgeon
in Amanda's attack.

- Surgery takes six hours.
- I have to check in every two.

Which rules out a trip
to an outside hospital.

Why can't someone
check in for you?

The second mole would
see and alert Amanda.

- What about deactivation?
- Three hours.

Laparoscopic procedure.
Portable equipment.

Still gotta buy the extra hour.

Didn't Amanda deactivate your kill chip?
How'd that work?

She electrocuted me.

I was clinically deceased for 32 seconds.
It fooled the chip.

I'm not getting killed
to save my life.

I have to get back
to my station.

Wait. There is another way.

Kill the threat at its source.
Kill Amanda.

- How?
- She relies on you for intel. We set a trap.

- End this for good.
- No. No, no, no.

That means leaving her chip active.
This is about how we deactivate it.

- But this could be the only way...
- No.

No. We're not risking
her life any further.

It's not your life, Seymour.
It's mine.

Everyone is trying to save me.
I've jeopardized lives...

by not asking for help sooner.

Besides...

I want revenge for
what she's done to me.

Let's bait the bitch.

I knew I liked her.

Top-secret Birkhoff device.

Not interested.

Better step it up,
honey, or it's die time.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah.

Yes, I did.

What do you think?

It's nice.

Nice?

This is a hydraulic battering
ram with spike deployment.

We got NOS booster, on
board radar, oil slick.

You see those headlights right there?
They launch laser-guided missiles.

- Really?
- No. But how cool would that be if they did?

We all gotta get on board and convince
Ryan it's worth spending the cash.

- Michael, spare me the Psych 101.
- She's all you ever talk about.

At home, here, it's always about Amanda.
I'm getting sick of this...

- Awkward.
- We were just leaving.

Yeah, we were.

This is what I'm talking about.
We can't get a moment alone.

Is this what's wrong? Is
something else bothering you?

- Why does there need to be something else?
- Lately it feels like you're holding back.

- You're suppressing.
- The one holding back is you.

You are holding us back.

Once we got rid of Percy, we
were supposed to be done.

- But with your obsession...
- What?

- No.
- You're blind to the problem in front of you.

What?

Are we done yet?

Camera stopped 10 seconds ago. I just
didn't want you to break character.

- Are we sure this is gonna work?
- You and me fighting? Amanda catnip.

I will compress and upload
the video to her...

and then I will tell her Michael has gone
to the pub to drown his sorrows in drink.

No. Send the video,
let it marinate.

On your next update, let her
know where Michael will be.

And we're positive
Amanda's gonna show up?

- Could be she sends Anne.
- She sends Anne, follow her to Amanda.

Either way, we have to plant the bait. So
let's get started, we're on a schedule. Go.

Hey, guys, I just wanted to say
how much it means to me that...

Hey, Nerd, can we do this later?

You have a mole to ID, Ryan and
Alex are waiting. Phase two.

- Right. Cool. You're awesome.
- Great.

What?

Let's not fight like that.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Phase two, Whac-A-Mole.

All right, peop...

Everybody, listen up.

We've got our first
lead on Amanda.

And with your help,
we can finish this.

Alex is gonna bring
you up to speed.

Based on our intel, Amanda
has a safe house...

within a two-mile
radius of Hofgarten.

I want everyone to pool
their resources...

and do whatever you can to close
this circle even further.

Okay. Stations 2,
5, 6, 8, 10 and 13.

That many spiked at the
mention of Amanda.

Yeah. Now let's narrow
it down even further...

see who reacts to
Sonya reacting.

Go.

And then there were four.

You better prep the next phase.

On it.

It's Alex. Ops, we're a go.

Is this what's wrong? Is
something else bothering you?

- Why does there need to be something else?
- Lately it feels like you're holding back.

Do you see what I see?

I see why you forbid relationships
when you were running Division.

Nikita is perceptive. Michael
is hiding something.

And I have an idea
what it might be.

Well, it's all coming together.

Or falling apart.

Contact the Watchman. Tell him I
have another assignment for him.

I don't understand how he gets
so close to take these pictures.

We all have our specialty.

You have your knife, the
Watchman has his eye.

I find the cracks
on the surface.

Anything yet?

She should have responded by now.
What if she knows?

She doesn't.

Wait.

Dealtown Shoe Outlet?

Amanda encodes her orders on regular
websites using steganography.

Why would Amanda have Sonya
watching the two of you?

- She must have had someone following us.
- "Us"? Both of you?

- We ran into each other this morning.
- Michael, stop.

Nikita, a couple weeks ago,
I started using again.

- What?
- Michael found out and confronted me.

- She was supposed to tell you.
- "She"?

- It wasn't the right time. Sonya...
- Using what?

Yes. Using what, Alex?

Sobelex, for my arm.

It helped me retrieve
the cryptograph, okay?

- You would have had me benched.
- Damn right I would have.

- Nikita.
- No. You I understand even less.

A member of our team is unstable,
you don't warn me, warn Ryan?

- I wanted to avoid overreaction.
- Overreaction?

- She is an addict, Michael.
- All right. Guys, guys, stop.

Listen to yourselves. Okay,
this is what Amanda wants.

- The lies, the blame.
- The fracture.

Birkhoff's right. We set out to fake a
fight and here we are in a real one.

Well, this was my fault.
I'll stand down.

No. We are going to adjust...

and we are going to
work with what we have.

We have confirmation that
Amanda is tailing us.

- We've suspected it.
- I didn't see anyone. I was looking.

If you were surveilled, it had
to be at extremely long range.

Or extremely close.

Amanda has another
rogue on her side.

Oh, sit. The Watchman.

- Who's the Watchman?
- He's a Division legend.

And now our ticket to Amanda.

She thinks something's
going on between you.

Let's give the lady
what she wants.

Excellent work on the
last batch of photos.

Exactly the kind of
intel I was hoping for.

It doesn't come cheap.

Stay with Michael and Alex. Don't
worry about Nikita for now.

Whatever's happening between the
two of them is more important.

I'll begin as soon as the
money hits my account.

Already on its way.

Now, this was taken from a
park cam earlier today.

Here's me and Alex and
here's the Watchman.

How can you be sure that's him?

We had Birkhoff run facial recog
through the surrounding cameras.

He was able to track everyone from
the coffee cart about 12 blocks.

This guy vanished in one.

- "Vanished"?
- That's his specialty.

The Watchman was Division's
close surveillance expert.

He was able to change his appearance at
a moment's notice. He made it a habit.

His job was to surveil a target
without making them aware.

Only Percy and Amanda knew his name
and what he really looked like.

- What's in his file?
- Never had one.

His other job was to
investigate Division agents.

He did routine
checks on everyone.

Observed them in their cover lives.
Made sure they didn't break rules.

Which is why he only reported
to Percy and Amanda.

He's about to write
his last report.

I'm still not sure about this.

You want Michael and I to pretend
to rendezvous in some nightclub.

Sonya will feed the address to Amanda.
This is a photo op.

Wherever you go, the Watchman will follow.
And I will follow him.

When he makes contact with
Amanda, we trace her location.

And what about the second mole?
They're still in play.

Birkhoff's got that
under control.

Okay, people, look alive.

What are we doing down here?

What's with all the questions?

So the halon system went off...

covered the tower, fried
eight of the nodes.

- Did it malfunction?
- No.

Our fire-prevention system
became self-aware...

and decided to attack
us with whipped cream.

That's a joke.

Anyway, the point is, we're in the
middle of the hunt for Amanda.

We need to be running
at full capacity.

So I want each of you to choose two nodes
and rebuild them from the ground up.

What? That'll take hours.

You better stop whining
and get to work.

Because none of you are
leaving until the job's done.

Enjoy.

Malfunction, my ass. This
looks like sabotage.

What do you think, Baker? A present
from our neighborhood mole?

I think you should
just stop talking.

We've got a lot of work to do.
I don't wanna be stuck here...

with you and your conspiracy theories.
Excuse me.

You guys are having an affair, not
on the most awkward date ever.

Well, it is awkward. I'm on a date
with my best friend's boyfriend...

and her voice is in my head.

Fiance. Now pretend you like each other.
You know what?

Why not start with pretending
you know each other?

- So, what do we talk about?
- I don't know.

- I've never cheated on anyone before.
- Me neither.

As long as we're here, might as
well talk about your recovery.

- There's a treatment. Called buprenorphine.
- Bupre-what?

Makes it easier to come off stronger stuff.
It also eases pain.

- That's just the first step.
- And what's the second?

- You need to talk to someone.
- I'm pretty sure if I told a shrink about...

the secret government agency I work
with, they would have me committed.

Nikita, any news on our
shape-shifting friend?

He came for a show, you guys
are giving him nothing.

We need him to accomplish his
mission, force him to exit.

- What do you have in mind?
- Kiss her.

- Are you joking?
- Michael, jokes are funny.

We're on a mission, okay? Be a
good little spy and kiss her.

It's okay.

Heh, sorry.

Just when I thought this couldn't
get more uncomfortable...

She ratchets it to
a whole new level.

Gotcha.

- Birkhoff, do you have an image?
- Yeah, but it's not gonna do much good.

He's gonna change up his look to
screw with my street-cam algorithms.

Gonna have to do this manual.

Call it out.

Adjust your image
for a tan raincoat.

I lost him.

Twelfth and Bennett.
Probably went out the front.

Got him.

He just hopped in a
cab off Bennett.

I'm following him now.

Birkhoff, you got him?

I'm on the leader.

Go. Go, go, go.

Okay, he's at 69th just
off Amsterdam Ave.

52369th Street, Apartment 1.

Got it.

He's transmitting directly to
an IP address in Quebec City.

I'm pulling the coordinates now.

He's all yours. Oh, yeah.

Hey.

Ready for your close-up?

Birkhoff. Got some
trash for pickup.

You guys should be set.

Wish I was going with you.

You should be here. Birkhoff's
gonna need someone...

to watch his back when he
starts the deactivation.

Who watches the Watchman?

- Did you kick him in the Peeping Toms?
- Yeah.

Speaking of, there are a lot more photos
on this than we actually thought.

- Ew. What?
- Well, he's got a couple shots...

of you proposing
to me in Tribeca.

- What?
- Mm-hm.

After I took ten showers, I was thinking
it might actually be a nice keepsake.

- Get this to Ryan?
- Yes, absolutely.

Hey.

I know it's been a rough day...

but we'll talk about your
relapse when I get back, okay?

- Be careful.
- Okay.

It's a two-hour flight to Quebec City.
You can change on the plane.

Michael, do you
think I'm obsessed?

- What?
- With getting Amanda.

- That was our fake fight.
- I'm having trouble keeping track.

Yeah, Amanda knows how to hurt
us more than anyone else.

I know that I won't be able to
breathe easy until she's gone.

I just have this feeling that
something's gonna happen.

Something...

With Sonya?

Hey.

Nikita, we can't
control the future.

What's important is, whatever
happens, we face it together.

That's all that matters to me.

Now, let's finish this.

We can't wait. We can't
wait any longer.

- We gotta start this now.
- Nikita and Michael aren't in position.

They're an hour outside
Amanda's location.

Deactivation takes three hours.
Let's get this going.

- We haven't ID'd the second mole yet.
- Can't wait for that.

What if the mole has a check-in time?
We don't know.

We don't know if
the mole is real!

All I know, the kill chip is active.
I need to make it the other way.

Where do you wanna do this?

Sublevel 12.

- Whoa. Amanda's old torture room?
- Yeah, nobody goes there.

- We won't be bothered.
- How long will our suspects be occupied?

Four hours, tops.

Do it.

If anyone leaves, I'll deal with them.
I got your back.

Okay, I'm freaking out. Why
are you not freaking out?

I don't see how that would help.
I'm focusing on the plan.

There's gotta be another
way we can do this.

That doesn't involve
risking your life.

We've already narrowed down
the list of suspects to four.

They're under surveillance.

So you can finally disable
this damn thing in my head.

How can you be so sure
this is gonna work?

I'm about to let you poke
at my brain with a needle.

Apparently I trust you.

Okay, come on.

Make yourself comfortable.

Okay, just lean forward.

Just like that.

Looks scary.

Actually it's a very...

simple procedure.

Okay. Now, just relax.

Now, just...

stay calm.

Take deep breaths.

Okay, now, this is just
a local anesthetic.

A slight pinch.

Okay, I need you to
hold very still.

- Whatever you say, Dr. Birkhoff.
- Heh.

I'm supposed to keep
asking you questions...

to make sure your brain's
functioning properly.

But I think the sarcasm
quadrant's working just fine.

Ask away.

- You serious?
- Yeah. Anything to distract me.

Okay.

Um...

What're you gonna be for
Halloween this year?

A princess.

Oh, a princess, huh?

- Leia?
- Zelda.

I know you're gonna be Zelda.

- Well, then Why'd you say Leia?
- Because it distracted you.

Didn't it?

Hard part's over.

Ow! Damn it! Oh...

Stupid cart.

- That looks serious, man.
- Ah...

- I'm gonna go to Medical.
- Great.

- Server Room.
- Yes, this is Alex. Is Baker there?

I've got a question.

You just missed him.

He's headed to Medical.
Accidentally cut himself.

Did Baker come by here?

I don't see anything.

Movement, second left.

No, I can't get a clear shot.

We're gonna have to go inside,
up-close and personal.

Can't risk breach until Sonya's chip
is deactivated. Birkhoff, how is she?

Forty-seven percent
and climbing.

You always did like the
recruits, didn't you?

Your friend Marcel contacted Ari.
He's willing to meet.

- But only if you're there.
- Where?

Serbia. I've got a NetJet waiting
for you at the local airport.

I hate Serbia.

Well, at least I'll get some
work done on the plane.

Lost?

Cut myself.

- I'm going to Medical.
- You're about 12 floors off.

What does Amanda have on you?

What does she have?

She has my loyalty.
She's always had it.

You're the traitor here.
And traitors die.

- What's happening?
- I don't know.

- What the hell is going on?
- It was Baker.

- In the Server Room. With the candlestick.
- Baker? Really?

- Dude had skills.
- I never liked him.

Guy was a douche bag. Why
don't you call Nikki?

- Tell her the good news.
- So, green for Amanda?

We're at 72 percent.

- The mole is down but the chip is active?
- Correct.

- Where are we at?
- Seventy-two percent.

Minutes, Alex.

Nikita.

- B, how many minutes?
- Uh...

- Five, six.
- Five or six.

- Is it five or is it six?
- Nikita, look.

- She's out of pocket.
- Change of plans.

She's on the move. We're on the move.
Damn it.

- You're too close.
- We can't lose her.

That's strange.

The weather inside Division
hasn't changed at all.

That's good, right?

I mean, there's been no
refresh on the data.

No update at all.

- It's done.
- It's done?

Seymour?

You're safe.

Nikita, chip is down.
We're green to strike.

It's Nikita.

How did she...?

Birkhoff!

What are you doing?

They're shooting at us.

Wait!

Grenade!

Anne, stop.

Do not kill her!

Michael?

- Are you okay?
- My arm's stuck.

Anne!

Ungh!

Nikita, just go.

- No, the tank's gonna blow!
- I know, I want you to live, just go!

- I'm not going.
- I love you. Damn it, just go!

I love you too.

Michael! Come on, we gotta go.
It's gonna blow!