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I'm glad you came.

How could I refuse your invitation?

You seem more at ease than I've ever seen you.

Must be the full moon.

Perimeter teams. Converge.

Tyler's coming up the north stairwell now. Any new intel, Birkoff?

None. We still don't know why he's here.

He's meeting someone at the bar. Do you recognize him?

No.

Can you ID him?

See what I can do. Drayson, give me a view.

Who is he, Birkoff?

I'm not getting a match. He's not in any of our databases.

Michael, what do you want to do? They're moving.

Drayson, stay with Tyler.

Teams 2 and 4, pick up our mystery man. Let's find out who he is.

What mode?

- Make it look like an arrest. - Got it.

All teams, switch to B channel.

- Aren't we done? - Not yet.

Not yet�

After this dance.

Richard J. Spidel. Not our typical guest.

How so?

He's clean. I mean, really clean.

Entrepreneur, started with a small software company, then went out on his own.

As far as I can see, he hasn't had a grey day in his life.

Why's he meeting with Tyler?

Claims Tyler approached him. Looking to invest in one of his companies.

Unlikely.

I'm sorry Mr. Spidel,

but the hood was necessary for your protection.

Why am I here? I didn't do anything.

I'll explain everything.

What is this place? What the hell is going on? I want some answers, OK?

Why were you meeting with Mr. Tyler?

I already told the other guy.

I know what you told him, now tell me. This time, the truth.

I did tell him the truth.

Look, you can't keep me here.

I'm a respected businessman and I haven't done anything wrong.

We'll let you go. I just have one more question.

What is it about that meeting you're not telling us?

Spidel has developed a relationship with a young chemist named Stanley Shays.

Shays has nothing to do with any of Spidel's other companies.

What kind of relationship?

Shays claims to have invented a new polymer,

an explosive that has none of the characteristics of existing plastiques.

- What makes it so special? - It can't be detected.

How significant is the charge?

According to Spidel, it would take less than 5 ounces to level a building.

It's a security nightmare.

Gabriel Tyler is a high-ranking member of the Freedom League.

One of the extremist factions trying to gain leverage in the Balkans.

We've been watching him for over a month, hoping the picture would emerge.

It now appears he's trying to procure a new, untested weapon.

An entrepreneur named Spidel has teamed with a young man, Stanley Shays,

who claims to have created this new breakthrough material. Walter?

I talked with Spidel. I heard his story. Don't believe it.

This technology is 10 years away,

not something you cook up in a garage after school.

I hope you're right. Birkoff?

I agree with Walter. It's unlikely.

But if Spidel is already peddling it to someone like Tyler, I'd check it out.

All right, let's do it. If it's the real thing,

we need to get the material, the formula and debrief Shays.

Do you want us to keep the Op set on Tyler?

For the time being, there's no need to pick him up. In the meantime,

let's go meet our young inventor.

Easy, boys, it's just me.

Come on in.

Stanley.

Stanley!

Hey, Richard.

What's- what's up with this?

Something came up, we need to do a little demo.

You guys investors?

This the polymer?

Hey- keep your hands off my stuff!

It's not your stuff anymore.

What's he talkin' about Richard? Hey, I said, keep your hands-

Listen, Stanley, we're going to be spending a little time together.

So let's not make any sudden moves.

Who are you?

We're here to make sure your partner doesn't get you into trouble.

We've been bought out.

Really? How much?

Where is it?

Second drawer.

So what do you do with all this stuff?

Blow it up.

Why?

It's what- it's what I do.

What do you do?

I was just trying to figure out why a bright guy like you would waste so much time.

Oppenheimer? Nobel? Ever heard of them? Albert Einstein?

They used to waste time too. I think I'm in pretty good company.

All set.

Besides, everybody likes a good explosion.

See?

It's what I thought. This material's inert.

See what I mean?

We just heard from Michael.

Spidel was telling the truth. It eluded our most sensitive detectors.

And the energy yield?

Three times our standard C-4.

Not bad. Maybe we can use it.

What would you like to do with Shays and Spidel?

We don't need them. They're non-hostile. Hand them over to NSA.

I still don't know why I've gotta go do this.

Oh, Stanley, it's no big deal.

You spend a couple of days in Washington

bragging to the brass about how smart you are.

You'll be back here in no time blowing up things.

Well, they can't arrest me, because I haven't done anything wrong.

That's right.

Who knows, 50 years from now when they mention Nobel and Oppenheimer,

they might add Stanley Shays to the list.

Are- are they going to pay me for this?...Not that I care about money.

Oh, I know, I know, you have a lifestyle to maintain.

You don't have to be condescending.

I was just teasing.

You know, I could have made a lot of money doing R & D for DuPont.

My own condo, 80 grand a year, but I wanted to do things my way.

Your way. I was curious about your way. I was-

I was wondering what you were planning to tell your family and friends about your way,

the selling-explosives-to-terrorists way.

I didn't know anything about that. Richard snowed me. Now that's the truth.

I don't care if you believe me or not.

- Got everything? - I think so.

For luck, Stanley.

Thanks.

- What is it? - This just came in. You should see it.

A small commercial jet en route to Sarajevo-

-crashed about an hour ago. Looks like the plane blew up in mid-air.

- Where'd the flight originate? - Tel Aviv. Wait a minute.

Drayson's been on Tyler since the meet.

He checked in this afternoon... from Tel Aviv.

Bring in Tyler now. Where's Shays?

Let me go! Let me go!

Thank you.

Interesting compound, Mr. Shays. How did you make it?

You- you- you wouldn't understand.

We'd understand that, Mr. Shays.

Please?

Tell us.

It's a hylite based- not a nitrate. That's why it can't be detected.

We know that. But how did you create a branch chain reaction this powerful?

What are you going to use it for?

If I were you, I'd be more concerned about stayin' alive.

The formula. Please.

- NSA vehicle was ambushed. - What happened?

The agents were killed, along with Spidel.

What about Shays?

Apparently, he was the target. There was no sign of him.

- Do we know who did it? - Tyler.

We know Spidel gave Tyler a sample of the polymer,

which means they grabbed Shays to extract the formula.

We have to get Shays before that happens. Birkoff, where are we on a location?

I haven't been able to pick up the signal. You put it on Shays, right?

Yeah, on his shirt when I hugged him.

His shirt? I thought I told you his skin.

What difference does it make?

Thermal conductivity is completely different. I should be able to...

Got him.

Good. Don't lose him. Put together a convergence plan.

Let's go. Let's get Shays out of there.

- I'm in. - Everyone hold.

Nikita's taking point.

Nikita, be careful!

I'm wired.

Nikita, get me out of here.

- I will, Stanley. - They're gonna kill me.

I gave them a bogus formula, it's not gonna take them long to figure it out.

Just stay calm, I'm going to get you out of here.

Hurry...

Michael, I've got him. He's restrained and booby trapped.

I'm going to need some help to get him out.

We have incoming hostiles.

OK, so what do we do about Stanley?

Did he give them the formula?

Not yet.

OK. Cancel him and get out.

Are they coming to get me?

Yeah, they're coming.

Well, they're going to need some ballast weights and a voltage supply.

- You'd better tell them. - Yeah, they already know.

I thought I was going to die in here. You know, Nikita, when I get out of here,

I'm going to grow you a diamond. I can do it.

All it is, is a carbon plasma, but it'll be real, you'll love it.

Nikita?

Nikita?!

I'm sorry, Stanley.

Where are you going?

- Did you cancel him? - I couldn't.

What do you mean?

I just couldn't... not in cold blood.

What happened?

Shays was wired with explosives. There was no time to get him out.

That's not what I mean. You had orders, why weren't they implemented?

We had incoming hostiles. Nikita was in danger of imminent discovery.

- So? - Our team would have been exposed.

We were at a tactical disadvantage. None of us would have made it out.

What about the formula?

Shays... gave them a fake.

So let me understand this:

We had the opportunity to contain the situation, but we didn't because we...

...we were at risk.

Michael, in my office.

I'm sorry...

Sorry.

What are they doing to me?! What's going on?!

You gave us an incomplete formula. There was no branch reaction.

I uh- I uh- I made a mistake. It was a mistake.

I- I- it's very complicated. Um, I-I-don't have my notebook with me and um...

And I-I-think I can remember it now, though. But please, please... don't hurt me.

No! No! I'll tell you everything you want!

We know that. Let's just be sure.

I heard about your mishap.

What's wrong?

I don't know if I can do this anymore.

I don't know how I ever did.

That's what you said when you first came to us.

But, despite your own self-doubts, you've performed quite well.

Where you see targets, and security risks,

I see flesh and blood. Someone's son, someone's friend.

- That's OK. - It's not OK.

I can't live like this. I can't take it.

What about when you're not here? How's that going?

I don't sleep, lost my appetite.

I'm afraid to make a friend outside of the Seciton.

What about Michael?

Michael? A friend's someone you can trust.

It's true, Michael has played a role with you from time to time. He's doing his job.

It doesn't mean he's incapable of caring.

Michael's not the solution to my problem, Madeline.

What is?

I need to know that, one day, when the Section is done with me,

and I have performed all the functions I'm capable of,

that I will be free.

Will I?

What kind of answer would you like?

The truth?

No.

You will never be free from the Section.

Thank you.

The only sins I ever committed were on behalf of the Section.

I'm only guilty of not taking charge of my own destiny.

A fake obituary claimed I died in prison.

In the end, that statement is true.

Nikita?

We have to talk.

About what?

I can't protect you anymore.

I never asked for your protection.

Without it, you'd be dead now.

You seem to care more about that than I do.

Why can't you just... do the job?

I tried to tell you.

- Tell me what? - I'm not who you think I am.

I never killed anyone before I came into Section.

I know you don't want to believe it, but you know it's true.

It's not important what you did.

It's what you do. Now.

I can't change who I am.

Then I can't help you.

Why did you ever?

I wish things could be different.

Me too.

- You wanted to see me? - Home has run an analysis.

There is no way to surgically remedy the situation.

Shays is not equipped to hold out.

Tyler will have the formula, if he doesn't already.

We've worked up a containment plan. The team has already been selected.

They will consist of six members of the abeyance pool.

Only the mobile control team members will be returning: you, Walter, and Birkoff.

The other six will be sacrificed.

Needless to say, you are the only operative who has the intelligence on this mission.

Michael? What's wrong?

Nothing.

Good news, Mr. Shays. Our preliminary tests were successful.

See? The truth doesn't hurt... too much.

What are you going to do to me now?

First things first. We'll do a trial run tonight,

and if all goes well, you're aboard.

Aboard? What do you mean?

I told ya, you've got the job, your're hired.

No- I gave you what you wanted. Now, let me go.

Listen to me. For every new weapon we create,

the other side develops a defense, unfortunately.

We have to stay one step ahead.

That's the name of the game. A talent like yours is priceless, Stanley.

We're going to make beautiful music together.

No... please... I can't...

Sure you can. You just need a little...

...motivation.

That's right, enjoy the morphine. You'll be on it the rest of your life.

That's why you'll help us.

I can't get this plugged in.

It doesn't go there.

Oh, right-right- they changed that. I haven't been out in over three months.

Why not?

I don't know. I think it's because I screwed up in Zaire.

Really?

Walter's prepared the C-4. You'll each be given a charge.

Birkoff will give you specific coordinates and access pathways to get there.

Once you plant the explosive, signal me. Two pulses.

That's a lot of juice. How're we getting out of there?

You'll be given instructions. Keep your channels open.

We're at alpha point.

Let's go.

- Michael, what about Shays? - He's collateral.

- And if I can get him out? - Don't try.

It'll compromise everything. It is important you understand this.

Kita...

if anything goes wrong and your comm unit fails, keep an eye on this.

We'll be able to communicate, from anywhere.

Michael, what's going on?

Go.

- Ok, Nikita, are you in position? - Almost there, Birkoff.

- I'm inside. - Your point 2 is to the north.

Point 2... 30 seconds.

- Second position covered. - Continue to plant on point.

- We've been detected, Birkoff. - Doesn't matter. Get to your position.

Get the vehicles ready. Kill anything that moves.

- What about Shays? - I'll get him.

Nikita's in place.

Start the sequence.

What's our exit strategy?

Tell everyone to hold their positions.

Do it.

All positions... stand by.

Hey, Michael, we're armed. Get them out of there now!

- That's not the mission profile. - Not the mission profile?!

Nikita is in there!

Birkoff, what are we waiting for? Get us out of here!

Stanley!

Oh, Stanley, I'm going to get you out of here.

Stanley? Oh, Stanley...

Sequence completed.

Let's go.

We pulled NSA's ass out of the fire once again.

Report shows we had 100% containment.

Everything went as planned.

Look, Michael, I know Nikita was your material. We often form bonds.

I hope you understand our postion.

Of course.

Is that all?

Yes.

We may have some problems with him.

There was something between them.

The question is: now...

...can he let it go?