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- You're alone?
- Yes.

You can put that down
now if you like.

There's a briefing scheduled
for tomorrow morning.

Oh, yes, I know.

The mission involves three men

...who steal classified information
and sell it to the highest bidder.

In addition to the assignment
you'll receive tomorrow morning, I...

...want you to pay special attention to a certain
member of the crew named Steven Wolfe.

See that he's still alive
after the mission is over.

Is it likely to be difficult?

Yes. No one knows about this but you
and me, and make sure it stays that way.

Above all, Steven is never to know anything
about this conversation or about me.

So what's so special about Steven Wolfe?

Does it matter?

Well, I just feel like
I have a right to ask.

He's my son.

Frederick Borsos, one of the most
dangerous terrorists in the hemisphere.

This is as close as we've been
able to get, so far.

He's anxious to get his hands on a design
for something called the CM-12 chip.

It's the latest in smart missile
guidance systems.

It was developed
at the Zylar Corporation.

The prototype and the accompanying
installation disk are in their vault.

These three men have been
casing Zylar for the last week.

They plan to steal the CM-12
and sell it to Borsos. Their names are

Vincent Shirov,

Marco Dean,

and Steven Wolfe.
Our plan is to get the chip first,

offer it to the crew for a cut of
their profit on the sale to Borsos.

When the exchange takes place,
we'll take them all, Borsos and the crew.

- Won't the crew be able to detect a fake?
- Yes. We'll provide the real one.

With Zylar's cooperation?

Interfacing with the corporation
presents too many security risks.

We'll steal the chip instead, and we'll
return it as soon as the mission is over.

Any questions?

Then let's get started.

Hey! Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Go back, go back.

Again. There!
She's new, that guard.

How'd you like to breach
her security, huh?

Found the storm drain.
Runs under the east wing.

It's got collapsible bulkheads
every fifty feet.

This place is really
getting on my nerves.

You know, why don't we just
knock it off for a while.

Borsos wants the CM-12.
He wants it within 24 hours,

or he'll get someone else
to get it for him.

Let's knock it off, get a bite to eat. We'll start
again tomorrow with clear heads, okay?

I'm for that.

Hey, can I get a cup of coffee?

Yours?

Hi. My name's Nikita.
I think we can do some business.

Having to do with the CM-12.

- I'm sorry, my mistake.
- Wait.

What makes you think
we're interested?

Well, you've been casing the lab
every night for the last week.

Maybe you want
the copy machines. I doubt it.

Your telling me that
a security guard has access?

- I've got inside help on the inside.
- Then why do you need us?

Cuz you've got access to the biggest buyers.
We provide the merchandise,

...you provide the market.
Sounds like a good plan.

Meet us with your friend
at our safehouse.

- How do you know about us?
- That doesn't matter.

What matters is we all have
a chance to walk away very rich.

- You say you worked on the CM-12?
- That's right.

- What area?
- Quality control.

I don't like this.
We don't need help.

- Then why don't you have the chip?
- He's a techno-freak.

He gets caught, he's gonna
finger us in a second.

- I won't get caught.
- What do you want for it?

- Half of whatever you're getting.
- You're out of your mind.

- Do you want the CM-12 or don't you?
- That cuts our shares in half.

A sixth of something is a lot better
than a third of nothing.

Half the profit.
Take it or leave it.

- Well, I say we leave it.
- How soon can you have it?

- Tomorrow.
- No. Tonight.

You said yourself the buyer
needs the chip soon.

We get it tonight
or the deal is off.

- No problem.
- And she stays here.

If you're not back by midnight,
she'll be dead.

But then why worry, right?
It's no problem.

Go.

- Okay.
- Good.

Behave yourself.

Good. Right. All right.

They've given Michael until midnight
to get the CM-12.

No sweat. The plan is in place.
All we have to do is execute.

Good. They're keeping
Nikita as insurance.

- I'm in the sewer.
- He's inside the perimeter.

Personally, I don't think
he's gonna make it back.

You know, he... might just take
that chip and boogie.

Maybe, he ain't as devoted
to you as you think.

But just so you know...
that if he doesn't make it back,

...I will see to it
that you don't die lonely.

You should be able to climb
to the circuit room.

- I'm in the circuit room.
- Dial 3, panel 46. Top terminal.

Make sure you're grounded and
stay away from the line trace.

- Unit in place.
- The vault is on the same level.

He's inside the vault.

The container is in the North wall.

I see it. It's not there.
The container's empty.

Birkoff!

Check the inventory database.
Find out where it's been transferred.

Are you in yet?

I'm in. Security's tight.
Every project has its own internal code.

Here we go. I got it.
It's being shipped for testing.

Scheduled out on a military flight,
two hours from now.

- Maybe it's still at the loading dock.
- I'll guide you. Go!

I know it's clich�, but uh...
I- I can't resist.

What's a nice girl like you
doing in a place like this?

- Maybe I'm not such a nice girl.
- Maybe not.

What about you? How did you end up
in a place like this?

I don't know. Things happen.
You do what you do.

I'll tell you one thing though.
We better get a damn good price on that CM-12.

Cause...?

Because I don't like other people
cutting in on my money.

So in the end, you're all
about the money?

Yeah. I'm about money.

Ching, ching!

Michael wants a backup team.
Four agents in place at the safehouse.

If he fails, we have to be ready
to take out the crew.

Otherwise, we lose Nikita.

There will be no backup.

You like playing with your gun.

Oughta be pretty clean by now.

Yeah.

- So you got big plans?
- What do you mean?

Well, for all this money you're so hot for,
what are you gonna do with it?

Why?

- Curiosity.
- Isn't that what killed the cat?

Ah, but the cat had nine lives.

There's a guy on the truck!

- What?
- Not for long.

What the-?

Open the back, now.

I can't say I think too much
of your boyfriend, honey.

He doesn't write, he doesn't call.
I think he stood you up.

- There's plenty of time left.
- Oh, you're cool. I like that.

In fact... I hate to see
it go to waste.

I mean, we got to do
what we got to do.

We might as well have
a little fun first, right?

- She's got ten more minutes.
- The guy's not coming back. It's obvious.

Maybe not, but we made a deal.
Stick to it.

- I don't take orders from you.
- Dane, back off.

Steven, I can handle this.

Okay. Suit yourself.

- So, you want to have some fun?
- Oh, yeah.

Ouch.

You still think you got
plenty of time?

Hi.

Problem?

No problem.
Let's finish the deal.

It's the CM-12, but we still need the disk
for the installation codes.

- Where is it?
- Somewhere very safe.

Call it our insurance policy.
We'll bring it to the final sale.

- In other words, you don't trust us.
- In other words.

Just let us know when
the buyers get in touch.

- How is he?
- Oh, he's fine.

I'm not asking about his health.

I haven't seen him or communicated with him
since he was seven years old.

What's he like?

He's cold, hard, ruthless, and greedy.
You can be proud of him.

Michael tells me there was
no back up team.

I felt confident he would succeed.
He usually does.

It's standard procedure
to have a back up team.

The mission is to get Borsos.

If we take out the crew prematurely,
it would ruin our chances.

You were protecting Steven,
even if it meant sacrificing me!

What do you want me to do, Nikita?
Pretend I value your life more than my son's?

Steven and his friends are psychos.
Borsos is probably worse.

If you want me to along with this little gig,
then I want something in return.

- What?
- I want out. I want freedom.

Ask for something else.
Time off, money, anything.

- I want a life.
- What? The life you had before the Section?

Living out on the streets,
eating out of garbage cans?!

I've paid for your bloody deportment
classes a hundred times over!

If you want your son,
then I want out!

Nobody leaves the Section.
You know that.

- I'll do what I can to help you-
- No, no, no! I want your word.

A solemn promise you'll do
whatever it takes to set me free.

For your son's life.

- You have my word.
- Good.

Good.
And you have mine.

I will be taking steps to protect myself.
So if you double cross me,

the last thing on this earth
you want will happen.

I'll see to it personally.
Do you understand?

Oh, we've trained you well, Nikita.

I'm tired.

- You wanted to see me?
- Yes.

I'm a little concerned about Nikita.

- In what way?
- She seems a little distracted.

Like there's something on her mind besides
the mission. Keep an eye on her.

See if something's going on we should
know about, then report back.

Of course.

What do you want me to do, Nikita?
Pretend I value your life more than my son's?

Steven and his friends are psychos.
Borsos is probably worse.

If you want me to along with this little gig,
then I want something in return.

- What?
- I want out.

I just heard from the crew.
They want to meet in an hour.

Good. That means they've been
contacted by the buyer.

Do we have confirmation it's Borsos?

No, but there's no reason
to think it isn't.

You make it clear: Borsos has to be
at the transfer personally.

- If he refuses?
- See that he doesn't!

So, you've heard from the buyer?

He's sending a negotiator.
Steven will meet him in an hour.

- Why Steven?
- He's our negotiator.

- I'll go along.
- No, thanks.

I want to make sure the price
we hear is the price you get.

I'll go. Do you have
a problem with that?

Take care, love.

Our buyer's man will call
in a few minutes

...and tell us where to meet.
I'll do the talking, okay?

Funny. I was gonna say
I should do the talking.

I've dealt with these people before.

They're gonna be skittish just seeing you
here. If you butt in, it may spook 'em.

So, you got any guarantees
against a double cross?

- Got any suggestions?
- Yes.

Tell them the top man should
make the buy personally.

- How's that gonna help?
- Well, if the boss' man's there,

...fireworks are a lot less likely.
- You remind me of my father.

Oh? How's that?

He was a chess player. Always thinking
a few moves ahead of everybody else.

Not that I knew him really.

I've seen pictures, letters.
I remember little.

- He's dead now?
- That's the interesting question.

According to the government he is.
Personally, I don't believe it.

You ever heard of Linh Sai?
It's a POW camp in Vietnam.

Uh oh. Another MIA nutcase.

It's where they kept the troublemakers,
the- the men they couldn't control.

- Your father was one of them?
- Senior officer.

Responsible for every man in that prison.

The guards did everything they knew
to break him down.

Seven years.
Seven years of hell.

Out of 110 prisoners,
not one of them broke,

or gave up anything besides their name,
rank, and serial number.

- He kept them together.
- He gave them pride. He...

- He gave them purpose.
- Then what happened?

After the war ended, they released
all the prisoners, except one.

They kept him for revenge.
Officially he was dead.

Uncle Sam signed off, so as
not to makes waves.

So... I grew up without a father.

And, I watched my mother die
of a broken heart.

My father's alive.
I know it. I feel it.

So, the money... You're gonna use it
to find him, aren't you?

I will bribe, I will beg,
and I will kill,

...but I will find my father.
I swear to God.

Show time.

Borsos doesn't like third parties.

Like I said, it's gotta be
different this time.

- How much do you want for the chip?
- Ten million.

You know Borsos would never
pay that much.

- He can flip it for twenty, maybe more.
- We'll pay three.

Six and that's it. CM-12 is the
hottest thing on the market.

It would be inconvenient for us to find
another buyer, but, um... not impossible.

- Borsos wouldn't like that.
- Then he'll pay what we ask.

One more thing... Borsos has
to be there personally.

- Now I know you're crazy.
- Maybe, but those are the terms.

Get down!

- Son of a bitch!
- Easy, easy. It was a misunderstanding!

- Shut up and listen!
- Calm down!

Shut up and listen!

The price is six million because Zylar
will pay that much to get it back.

Borsos goes to the meet because that's
our way of making sure it stays friendly.

I want you to tell Borsos
exactly what I said.

If you don't, I'll find you
and I'll kill you.

- Listen up, pal. She means business.
- I understand.

The transfer takes place
tomorrow night at ten o'clock.

You confirm in one hour.
You got that?

- Got it.
- Good.

- You were listening. Did you hear him?
- Yeah, I heard him.

I do not understand how you could
not want to talk to him, see him...

- Nobody is asking you to understand.
- You ought to tell him something.

It doesn't have to be the truth,
but something...

Or let me tell him.

You've given your word.
I expect you to keep it.

- But, why?
- Nikita, you know what we do here.

What we're up against. Nothing that
happens to him in- in Vietnam

or anyplace else would be half as
dangerous for him as knowing who I am.

It would make him a target
for the rest of his life.

- No one would find out.
- No, but they would.

He would try to communicate, try to
contact me. And someplace, somewhere,

the wrong people would find out,
and I would never forgive myself.

Is that it? Or, are you afraid
he wouldn't forgive you if he knew

you'd been alive all these years
without telling him?

The subject is closed, Nikita. Just keep
him alive. Meet me after the mission.

I'll see to it that you're free
of the Section forever.

- And, now we have a briefing.
- I don't know if I can keep him alive.

What are you talking about?

Well, when the shooting starts, Steven's
gonna realize he's been betrayed, and...

...if it comes to a choice
between him and Michael...

You're the one who wants to be free.

Besides the three men on the crew,

...we expect Borsos to bring at least
three of his own. Maybe more.

The site is most exposed on ground level,
so we'll approach from above.

Review the tactical plan for
tomorrow night.

Good luck.

- How are you feeling?
- I'm fine. Why?

- Keep your mind on the mission.
- It is.

It better be, because these people
are gonna come down fighting,

and I don't plan
to take any prisoners.

The installation codes.

The CM-12 is accepting the codes.

Okay, proceed.

Team two in position.

All teams are in position.

- Ready to proceed.
- Okay, proceed.

- Damn it! You double crossed us!
- Steven, no! I swear!

- Then who? Who then, Nikita?!
- Must be Borsos!

No. He's getting it too!
It's Michael.

- It's Michael!
- No! Steven!

Steven, no!

Thanks.

- You got everything?
- Yes, sir.

Okay, let's go.

You coming?

I'm just gonna chill for awhile.
I feel like being alone.

- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Good bye.
- Bye, Michael.

Get up.

- What happened?
- Shot you with a tranque dart.

What? Who are you?
What- What's going on here?

Steven, don't ask any
questions. Just go.

- The money?
- Sorry.

I'll find it another way.
I guess I owe you a thanks.

A good bye will do.

And a good luck.

- Good luck.
- You, too.

Steven, do not spend your life
looking for ghosts.

If your father was the man you think
he was, he'd want more for you.

Go live! Have a life.

You too.

I will...

I will.

I verified that Steven is safe.

Thank you.

I tried, Nikita, I really did.

I pulled every string I could, but in
the end, I just couldn't make it work.

You'll have to stay in the Section.

- I'm sure you gave it your all.
- You might be surprised.

I'd be downright shocked
if you lifted a finger.

You can ask for anything else
and it's yours.

- But, not your freedom.
- I did warn you not to try this.

Listen carefully. The night you came
to my apartment, the second time,

I made a digital recording.
It's all on tape.

Your face, your voice,
your admission that Steven's your son.

Unless I make a phone call, that tape
will be delivered to him within the hour.

He'll know everything.

- A tape?
- Yes, that's right.

You mean...

this tape?

Yes?