All language subtitles for NIKITA - S01 E05 - The Guardian (720p BluRay)

Six years ago, I was
taken from prison...

and forced to become an assassin for
a secret unit of the government:

Black ops program called Division
that has now gone rogue.

They destroyed my identity and
they destroyed the man I loved.

I escaped and now the
man that trained me...

someone I trusted,
is hunting me.

What Division doesn't know is that
I have a partner on the inside:

Alex, a new recruit
with a dark past...

who I have trained in secret
to resist their control.

Together, we're going to take Division
apart, one mission at a time.

And the last word they'll breathe
before the end will be my name.

In here, sir.

Take your time. I'll be right
outside if you need me.

Everybody down!

Get down.

Everybody down. Get down.

Get down, get down.
You stay down.

Damn it.

- Shut up. We're
going for a walk.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Take me.

I'm a better shield.

Get your ass on the floor. Now.

We've isolated the Wahhabist
terrorist cell from Pakistan.

All strike teams have
entered the theater.

We got five heartbeats grouped
in the northwest corner.

Snipers have visual confirmation
on Hasan and four bodyguards.

Bring us to green.

Switching to three.

- Percy.
- Guardian Canada One, unsecured.

Go. Secure.

The package is out in the open.

Has it been compromised?

No. The data update
was interrupted.

I've taken a wound from
local authorities.

They're looking for me.

How did this happen?

What did...? Don't answer that.

Just find cover and go quiet.
I'm coming to you.

Re-dial this number
at precisely 1600.

Alpha and Bravo
teams in position.

I need to be in
Montreal in two hours.

- What?
- First available flight.

- Got a commercial jet leaving JFK at 11.
- Not good enough.

We're in the middle of an
operation in Pakistan.

Only thing is a military cargo transport
taking off from McGuire in half an hour.

- Get me on it.
- All right.

But don't expect Bloody
Marys and peanuts.

What the hell is in Montreal?

Hey. So, what the
hell is in Montreal?

Keep your voice down.

Three weeks. That's how
long it took to plan this.

- It's too important to screw up.
- Good thing I'm leaving you in charge.

- What's in Montreal?
- Something I need to take care of.

Something more important
than Division?

I am Division.

Percy's on the move to Montreal.

Percy never goes into the field.

I'm sure he takes his
vacations in Logistics.

Well, he's gone. He and Michael
went at it, then he bolted.

The grown-ups are fighting?

Right in front of the kids.

So something got his
attention in Montreal.

Percy is rattled.
That's not like him.

Unless it's Nikita.

He wouldn't go alone if it was her.
Why hide it?

It's gotta be something else.

Is there any flash
traffic from Canada?

Nope. Zilcho.

- Does the CIA have a station there?
- In Montreal, yeah.

They're monitoring the world's
most polite terrorists.

Give me the news feeds.

You sure you wanna get
in Percy's business?

Montreal.

There's a labor strike
at an oil refinery.

The Canadiens wanna
trade for a defenseman.

Some bystander went all Robocop
at a bank robbery this morning.

No, no, stop. Pull
up the last one up.

Laid down suppressing fire.

Definitely a professional,
possibly military-trained.

We were extremely fortunate to
just come away with injuries.

The suspects who robbed the
bank weren't so lucky.

He created chokepoints
here and here.

There's no chance of pursuit.
That's our SOP.

He's Division.

I was about to thank the man
for saving my daughter's life.

And then he just marches out
the door and starts firing.

That bugger moved so fast...

it was like he was a
superhero or something.

Bank officials say the man in
question who had come to check...

a safety deposit box is a
landscaper from Saint-Henri.

Authorities are already
searching his apartment.

He has been identified
as Owen Elliot.

He is still at large and
considered extremely dangerous.

No Owen Elliot on
personnel or NOC lists.

It's because he's off-book.

The only reason he surfaced is
because something went wrong.

I go rogue, Percy
sics Michael on me.

You get his personal attention.

I'm sorry, miss, this area's
an active crime scene.

Chill, CSI, I'm not a reporter.
Gonna see my friend.

Is that legal?

Thank you.

No, no, no. Wednesday's
not gonna work.

I sent the schedule and I
specifically said... Hang on.

Hi, how much for
the glass pieces?

- Sorry?
- The stained glass in the window?

It's handmade, right?

My boss saw them and has to have them
for this lobby we're redesigning.

Do you have a
contractor discount?

Sorry, they're not for sale.

Please, hang on. Let me
call you back, okay?

Listen, I'm really sorry but
if I go back empty-handed...

my boss is gonna kill me.

Please, please, please.

Let me see what I can part with.

Thanks.

You're saving my life.

I really just make them for myself but
I think I've got a few I can spare.

- So you're a designer?
- Uh-huh.

Well, no, my boss is.

What's all the
commotion next door?

Oh, um, I just got home.

Is that the guy from the news? I
recognized this neighborhood.

- Did you know him?
- Not really.

He kept to himself.

- Wow, those are beautiful.
- Oh. Heh.

These really aren't
my best but...

They're perfect. Thank you.

- How much?
- Oh, it's okay.

Consider them
professional samples.

Really?

You rock. He's gonna love them.

Thank you.

How can I help you?

Hi.

My husband, the idiot,
he lost his phone...

and he can't remember where
he put it, of course.

And I was talking to a friend
of mine and he said...

that you guys can find cell
phones now using GPS...

or cell towers or something
computery like that.

Account holder's name?

Owen Elliot.

Account number?

JMK3185 triple 9.

Password?

Uh...

I can't release the information
without the password.

Right.

Listen, I'm not actually
looking for the cell phone.

I'm looking for the cheating bastard
attached to the cell phone.

The password is probably
the slut's name.

Bambi or Chloe or
Jennee with two Es.

He couldn't keep it in his pants
if it was tied to his zipper.

Do you know what I'm saying?

Girl, you're preaching
to the choir.

Just hold on a minute.

Hands.

Put them up slowly.

Good place to hide.

A school gone to hell.

Remind you of Division any?

Is that what you
got from the bank?

Percy send you?

Hello, gun? Means
question time's for me.

Though I am here
because of Percy.

That's one of his black
boxes, isn't it?

See for yourself.

Where did you get
that butterfly?

Listen.

What did you do to her?

She didn't compromise the mission.
The box is secure.

What did you do with Emily?

I'm not Division.

Who are you?

You're early. What went wrong?

My position was blown.

An operative made a
play for the package.

It's still secure, but you may
wanna move up your timetable.

Female, 5'6"?

- Who is she?
- Nikita, a rogue agent.

How come I wasn't briefed?

Briefed? Owen, what
did she say to you?

Nothing. She wanted to know who I was,
I was able to get the drop on her.

- But you let her live.
- I had a choice.

Either pursue her or
protect the package.

- My mission is...
- To protect the box.

You made the right choice.

Location Alpha, one hour.
I'll meet you there myself.

And if you see Nikita again, you're
to terminate on sight, all right?

- I'll take care of her.
- No.

For once, she's
not the priority.

Take your men and secure
the rendezvous point.

And Roan, once delivery has been
made, I want complete containment.

- You want me to cancel the courier?
- He's had advanced training, so be ready.

All right, recruits.
Right this way.

Keep it moving.

Bluetooth devices.

Use 128-bit link keys to
encrypt communication.

Crack the key and holy
Watergate, Batman.

Any cell phone within range
becomes an instant bug.

Thom.

Call me.

- I don't have your number.
- I think you do.

Wow. Snappy banter. You
should write for reality TV.

Has it really been that
long since you've had sex?

At least some of
us have had sex.

What did you say?

Nothing, sir.

Sorry, how do I put this
into pairing mode again?

Ah. Thanks.

Can't stand that guy.

Yeah, me neither.

Just don't let him know that.

Owen called you, didn't he?

What are you doing here?

Told you to leave work early, that
he'd talk to you when he saw you.

I'm calling the police.

They're gonna kill him, Emily.

Not the police.

The people he works for.
People I used to work for.

Owen's a landscaper.

You still believe that?

He told me not to
believe the news.

He's not the man they're
describing, he's...

He's shy.

He didn't even talk to me
the first year he was here.

Why would anyone wanna kill him?

Because he made a mistake.

Several, actually,
starting with you.

What?

Most people wanna
make a connection.

They wanna feel safe.

And they wanna feel loved.

In Owen's line of work, those
feelings get you killed.

They're what got my fiancé killed.
I don't wanna see it happen again.

Are you criminals?

It's a little more
complicated than that.

He lied to protect you.

But he can't do it anymore.

Why should I believe you?

Because I've been through it.

I am the only one
who can save Owen.

All positions, do
you see the target?

This is Four. Target acquired.

I repeat, target acquired.
Six hundred meters.

- Emily?
- We need to talk.

What's he doing?

- Where's Emily?
- She's safe.

Where is she?

We're at her place, she's fine.

But she won't be if you
give Percy that box.

I'm gonna kill you.

What is he doing?

Stop him.

All positions, green light.
Take him down.

He's out of range.

What happened?

He's on his way.

This isn't cool, man.

You punched in a
clean code, right?

Yeah, but what are
we doing here?

We can't close books on Backhoe
without command level sign-off.

We need Percy for that but I need
details on his current mission...

before contacting him.

Okay, cool. What are
we really doing here?

Put it this way, Birkhoff.

You can help me or I can tell
Percy what you've been doing...

after hours in the
video conference room.

With the girls of Amsterdam.

- Owen Elliot?
- Owen Elliot.

Got a hit. Percy's got him
under a privileged NOC file.

Well, what's his assignment?

Landscaper. Dude's a
freaking gardener.

It's nowhere near
standard-issue cover.

Doesn't give him
excuses to travel.

Check this out. His designation:

Guardian.

Never heard of that. Have you?

No.

And he's got cleaner-level training.
Dude's a bad-ass.

He's also checked out on some
hardware I've never heard of.

Serial number BB-4905. BB...

So that's what you're there for.

What's what you're there for?
Ahem.

Michael? What's what
you're there for?

We need to talk.

She's safe, Owen.

- Where is she?
- I'm not your enemy.

Where is she?

Owen.

Hey, come here.

Wait.

- What do you want?
- I want the black box.

And I wanna help you escape
from Division with Emily.

Why?

Why did you save
that little girl?

At the bank? You could've waited out
the crisis, figured out an exit.

That's what your training tells
you to do, but you didn't.

You acted differently because
it was the right thing to do.

Thanks to Emily, you
know how that feels.

- Leave her out of this.
- She's in this, we all are.

Do you even know what
that black box is?

That hard drive contains evidence
of every job Division's done.

All the nation's dirty
laundry and more.

As long as Percy has
it, he is untouchable.

It's been his leverage against
the people who put him in power.

That is why I need to destroy it,
because it is the right thing to do.

Is what she's saying true?

I don't know.

Because Percy doesn't
want you to know.

There's only one way to be sure.

Where's the black box?

What the hell were you doing?

Nothing. Just having some fun.

Having some fun? By breaking
into Percy's office?

You wanna put a gun
to your head, fine.

It was nice knowing you.

I thought I could find my file.

Your file?

Don't you ever wonder,
Thom, why we're here?

You know why were here, Alex.

I don't mean what they're
training us for.

I mean, why us?

Why me? What is
it that they saw?

What made them say she's
not a waste of space?

That she's someone worth saving?

I have questions too.

We all do.

But what you did was reckless and
you put me in a bad position.

You pull something like that again
and I'll be forced to turn you in.

You buried it? Like
in the ground?

- Where?
- You first.

How did you escape Division? How
did you remove your tracker?

I will tell you. Not now.
We don't have...

Owen.

No, no, no.

No. Hey.

Emily. Emily, look at me.

Look at me. Hey, Emily.

She's gone, Owen. We gotta go.

Owen, no.

Where is it, Owen?

You took something of mine,
something I entrusted you with...

and I want it back.

You know how this
is gonna turn out.

Eventually, your brain will cease
to be able to distinguish...

between reality and hallucination
and you will cough up the location.

It's inevitable.

I'm just curious. What
did she tell you?

That Division is the evil empire
and I'm the big bad wolf?

Whoa, whoa.

She had a problem
with her kidneys.

One day, she collapsed...

in the hallway.

So I picked her up.

I brought her to dialysis.

And the next week
and the week after.

Her name was Emily.

Robinson.

You took something of mine too.

I'm telling you, man, this isn't good.
Not good.

- I thought you said we got in clean.
- We did.

But I don't know. I must
have missed something.

These security logs have me
entering Percy's office.

Okay, we'll explain it to him.

I can make the case it
was Division business.

Easy for you to say, teacher's pet.
Me? Whipping boy.

What do you want me to do?

Sir? You've got a call.

- Percy?
- Nikita.

Thanks again for helping
with that phone hack.

What? Whatever.

No, the workaround you
figured out is genius.

Yeah, yeah, I'm very brilliant.
Now, move.

Birkhoff, get a trace on this.

- This is Michael.
- Hello, Michael.

Oh, Nikita, where are you?

Fiji. I needed some R and R.

North America.

Yeah, I hear Nadi is
lovely this time of year.

It's a bit humid. I wish I could chat
but this is isn't a social call.

I need to speak with Percy.

He's indisposed. - Find him.

Damn, she spoofed
the tower pings.

Switching to satellite tracking.

Okay, go ahead and patch
her through to Percy.

Percy. - Hello, Percy.

Nikita. Your ears
must've been burning.

I was talking about you
with your boyfriend here.

How is he? - He's been better.

- What do you want?
- What do I want?

What I want is to empty
a clip into your face.

Yeah, well, we both know that's
not gonna happen, right?

I mean, unless you plan to do
irreparable damage to the country.

Yeah, yeah, you're protected.
For now.

What I want today is a trade.

You give me Owen, I give
you back your black box.

I know what you did.

What?

You need to work on your
sneaky-sneak, Nancy Drew.

You went where you
ain't supposed to be.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Thom's room? I saw you
coming out of there.

He was just helping me
out with a problem.

You doubling down on that?

Look, Jaden, you want Thom?
He's yours.

Just get out of my face.

She's got to be in Montreal.

Yup, northeast quadrant.

Trace Percy's location. She may be
trying to close in on his position.

On it. What the
hell is she doing?

I miss you, Nikita.

No, I really do.

You had the most natural tradecraft
instincts of anyone I've ever seen.

No matter what the situation,
no matter how desperate...

you always had some gambit,
some bluff you could play.

- You think I'm bluffing?
- I think you're bluffing.

Black box serial number BB-4905?

Tell me you weren't stupid enough
to give the box to Nikita.

You didn't give it
to her, did you?

Did you?

Was that a bad thing?

Shoot him.

Do that and you'll never
get your box back.

What do you think, I
don't have backups?

Losing one means nothing to me.

All right. I'll take
a peek inside this.

I'm sure there's tons
of useful information.

Maybe even some
secrets about you.

You're messing with
the wrong weapon.

No. You made that mistake
a long time ago.

Circle gets the square. She is
3.5 miles from Percy's position.

Where's Percy?

Freighter down by the old docks.

You've got yourself a deal.

Tomorrow morning, 0700,
Olympic Stadium, north side.

Bring Owen, no one else.

Agreed.

You sure this is what you want?

He's a blip, a rounding error.

I could kill him and
no one would notice.

That's the difference
between you and me, Percy.

You'll kill anyone at any time.

I don't waste life.

Percy, we found her location.

She's not far. I can
call the local...

Don't bother. I've got men.

I'll send them, but
she'll be long gone now.

We'll be ready for her tomorrow.

Thanks.

Earlier today, we had
a security breach.

Someone entered Percy's
office without permission.

We're gonna find that person.

You step forward now,
take responsibility...

and I will personally
put in a word for you.

Okay.

- Where were you at 1500?
- In my room.

Funny. There's no log of that.

In fact, ahem, you were completely
off the grid at that point.

Not my fault.

Anyone here that
can vouch for her?

- I didn't think so.
- Oh, this is bull.

I didn't do anything.
You're trying to set me up.

- You think I don't know that?
- Hey, what the hell's going on in here?

Michael, Michael, Michael, listen.
I got us covered here, man, okay?

Better one of them than us.

But we can fix it so it's
only a slap on the wrist.

A meal penalty,
solitary maximum.

- Everybody get out. Go.
- Uh...

This has nothing to
do with the recruits.

I was in Percy's office.
I'll take responsibility.

If there's any blowback, it will
be on me and me alone, got that?

All positions, check in.

Port side clear.

She's here.

Clever.

We need to get you
off-site, now.

I'll take care of
things down here.

Drop the weapon.

Was it worth it?

No. Drop the gun, Owen.

I can't let you kill him.

I want him dead just
as much as you do.

You just let me do this.

I can't.

You kill him now, those black
boxes get out to the world.

Innocent people will be hurt.

Innocent people like Emily?

Yes, like Emily.

She told me about you...

how you cared for her.

Shut up.

You cared about someone, Owen.
Remember that.

I will help you
get through this.

We will destroy the black boxes
then kill this smug son of a bitch.

Do this now, people will die.

There's just one problem.

I don't care.

Hey.

Still working on that BIOS hack, huh?
You kind of sucked at it in class.

- I had it under control.
- Right.

So the CPU was supposed
to start smoking?

Well, I was still thinking
about the demolitions lesson.

Listen. Um...

I wanted to...

I didn't get the chance...

- I could have dealt...
- You're welcome.

Look, I know what you're
going through, all right?

You ask yourself, "Did
they make a mistake?

Do I really belong here?"

But you gotta forget all that. This
is your second chance at life.

I mean, how often do you
get a gift like that?

Thanks.

Don't.

I got it.

I'm not...

Forget about it.

Thom.

I'll see you later.

Hey, chief. You
wanted to see me?

Operation Backhoe went well.

Strike teams took out Hasan
and his men cleanly.

No losses for us.

Computer breach?

Yeah. Um...

Yeah, that was part of, um...
Ahem.

That is, there was
a legitimate...

You should talk to Michael.

It was his call.