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I see no indication of the Gelman response.

Nikita's irises and pupils are completely normal.

- Then we've lost control over her. - Yes.

With Adrian's help, it seems that Michael's been able to reverse what we've done.

Do you intend to reinstate the orders for his cancellation?

No. Not now.

Not as long as he has Adrian.

Well, as long as he has Adrian, he'll have Nikita.

I'm aware of that.

When the time is right...

we'll deal appropriately with all three of them.

There may already be a way to deal with Michael and Nikita.

Wolfgang Volker...

is the founder and Chief Operating Officer...

of Volkwerks Industries.

The second largest small arms manufacturer on the continent.

We've been monitoring his operation...

since they've expanded to their new facility in Heilbronn.

Birkoff has a direct line into their inventory control.

From what I can tell, it appears to be a legitimate organization.

No unaccounted shortages. No burglaries.

The security system's first-rate.

This is his son, Helmut Volker.

In the last month his activities mainly consisted...

of living off his father's fortune...

and the high life and fast track.

In the process, he's acquired some very interesting friends.

All with known ties to Red Cell.

- What happened last month? - Helmut went to work for his father.

Given his associations...

and now his access to his father's inventory...

we predict a better-than-90% probability...

that a move will be made by Red Cell to acquire...

some extremely sophisticated weaponry.

We have operatives in place.

At Volkwerks, yes. But not in Helmut's party circle.

Anna Goerner, Frederick Kraus.

Heroin dealers. Lovers.

That will be our point of entry.

You always take me to such nice places, Michael.

They should be out in a few minutes.

Where you staying tonight?

They've assigned me to temporary quarters...

while they scrub all traces of the Gelman process from my little apartment.

I got to say, my new pad's almost as nice as this. Almost.

- For how long? - Two weeks.

You could stay with me.

You asking me to move in with you?

You'd be more comfortable.

Well, is this for two weeks...

or were you thinking of something a little more permanent?

We'd have more privacy.

And how is it that you think we're gonna get away with that?

Adrian.

I'll think about it.

Team 2, stand by. Target in sight.

Get in the car.

Give us the heroin.

She only asks once.

Take them in.

Shall we?

Follow me.

Another nice place.

- Anna Goerner and Frederick Kraus. - We've been waiting for you two.

That's enough for tonight. We'll finish this tomorrow.

Gentlemen, playtime.

Anna Goerner and Frederick Kraus.

I must say, I find it hard to believe you are who you say you are.

- And why is that? - Well, it's much too old for you.

Much too iron-stake-up-the-rear, and all that.

So, you're not disappointed then.

Only in my failure to make a more appropriate prediction.

You're both much too gorgeous for words.

I should have been born with his face.

- Two kilos. Turkish. Uncut. - Freddie, please.

Humor me and act as if we're the best of friends. Sit.

I've been doing business all day...

and I'm feeling completely bereft of insignificant small talk.

I like your tie.

So why don't you two tell me when you knew that you were meant...

for each other and absolutely no one else would do?

I'd say we're still working on that.

You're interested in making a purchase?

Of course I'm interested, Freddie.

What, do you think all those people out there love me for who I am?

And why the rush? You're my friends now.

Stay. And party, huh?

And we'll do this business tomorrow.

You know, I have a feeling...

there's a bit more of that iron stake stuck up there than we thought.

But we'll have a good yank at it...

before we let you out in the real world, hey?

Alex will make you feel comfortable.

And if you insist on being alone...

I might have to suggest you lock your door.

By now, they should have Volker's attention.

Now it's just a question of how far he's willing to go.

We knew the probabilities going in. Just under 60%.

But if Volker is drawn to Nikita, as I suspect he is...

then I believe we can be confident in the outcome.

You notice who was in the room with Volker when we came in?

Yes. We'll need to get into his safe.

Might be easier said than done.

I'm not so sure he's the fool he makes out to be.

- You think there's more? - Well, you'd think there'd have to be.

Hushed words in my humble hallway?

No. Just discussing what good taste you have in champagne.

Yes. I regret I'm cursed with my good taste.

It's murder on the bank account, but does wonders for the soul.

- Nice on the tongue, too. - Yeah.

So you two are all set, then?

What say you join me on the shooting range tomorrow morning?

- You do shoot, Freddie? - I'm a little out of practice.

It's getting late. Come on, darling.

See you in the morning.

Good night.

It's just become that.

I always feel that we miss...

some of life's more exciting moments when we sleep.

Well, I'll be sure to keep my eyes open.

And I'll try and make it worth the effort.

In fact, why don't I do it right now?

It's from Mexico.

Not quite Turkish, but almost as good.

- It's late. - Yeah.

The best time for dreams.

Dreams we can dream together.

Come on.

Freddie.

Drugs are the only thing I sell.

Somehow I've created the wrong impression here.

"I..." If I made you think that I thought...

that I could purchase this gorgeous creature...

then I'm profusely sorry.

I mean, you, more than anyone, should know. One look at her...

she's priceless.

Then consider the cost in the event that you were to break something.

Are you threatening me?

I think I'm beginning to like you.

We can conduct our business in the morning.

8:00 at the shooting range. It'll be fun.

A bit to the right.

This baby packs some kick.

Very serious. Impressive.

My youth was a tortured one, Anna.

My father kept all the best toys for himself.

It's a little bit over my head...

but with a slight adjustment...

I should be able to zero in on the right target.

Sort of a smart rocket.

Something not required of the shooter.

All right, Freddie.

Since it appears to come down to whose is bigger...

please.

It is heavy.

So I just "push..."

- Beginner's luck. - I should say.

It's a lot of money, Freddie.

It's a lot of heroin, Helmut.

It's because I like you...

that I'm taking your word it is as good as you say it is.

You're welcome to test it.

Well, as I say, I like you.

And that means, I trust you.

You know, if you'd give me half a chance, I think you could end up liking me, too.

We don't seem to enjoy the same games.

But how do you know if you've never played?

Our business is concluded.

Please. I know we haven't exactly hit it off...

but don't leave angry.

I fail so miserably at most things...

but I consider being a charming host my one asset.

Please, stay for my brunch.

Michael will distract Helmut.

I'm proceeding to primary objective.

Well, I give up.

No doubt, you've murdered the lovely Anna in a jealous rage...

and buried the body on the grounds?

Thus framing the ardent rival?

- She's changing. - My God, I hope not.

Have you tried the little sausage quiche?

Can we talk for a moment?

Tell you what, I'll keep my mouth busy, and you talk.

- It's about Anna. - I can imagine.

Almost everything is.

When I conduct business, it's just that. Business.

I enjoy your money. You enjoy your games.

I expect that in the future we can continue to do what we all do best.

We? Are you authorized to speak for both of you?

Looks like the yank at the old stake didn't budge it much.

But we tried, right? Friends?

Karyn. Celine. This is Freddie.

Always keeping the best to yourself, Helmie?

I tried. But I'm coping with bitter rejection.

Leave some for the other vultures, hey, kids?

They bite, Freddie. In all the right places.

Hello? Anna?

Karyn thinks my dress is tacky, too obvious.

What do you think?

It is.

- What are you doing in here? - I just wanted to get away from the noise.

First-century Roman. Must be worth a fortune.

Yes, it is.

- It's beautiful. - Yeah.

So when you gonna tell me the truth?

Truth?

About what?

That you don't love Freddie.

All right, truth or dare?

I'll start.

My father is despicably wealthy...

and getting older as we speak.

His health, well, let's just say...

he's not up to a full 18 holes anymore.

Do you know what this is worth?

The last offer I had was for $250,000.

- It's beautiful. - Yeah?

Pocket change, given what I stand to inherit.

Regrettably, there's a codicil to my father's will.

Everything he has comes to me...

if I'm married and settled down.

- How unusual for you. - Isn't it?

Thus the question becomes...

will my father's heart shut down...

before mine opens up?

That would truly be a shame.

Your turn.

Well, what would you like me to say?

I believe I just asked you to marry me.

These are Nikita's photographs of the inventory...

Volker has arranged to sell to Red Cell.

The plan is to hijack a truck...

belonging to one of Volkwerks' regular customers...

making it look like business as usual.

I've accessed the company's delivery logs.

Mandalux makes two pickups a week...

but, for security reasons, the exact time and place...

are only confirmed two hours before they're scheduled to arrive.

Volker uses a fairly sophisticated cipher system on his cell phone.

I'm working on it, but I haven't had much luck yet.

If we fail to get the route in time...

the factory loading dock is the most effective point of contact.

Was, Michael.

We no longer intend to interfere with the sale.

Volker's value as a permanent source of information...

and given his rise in status within Red Cell...

that the success of this arms deal will give him...

outweigh the importance of this one mission.

And given his infatuation with Nikita...

we feel that her continued connection to him...

can be extremely useful to us.

Are you saying you'd like me to accept his...

- proposal? - Yes.

- For how long? - Indefinitely.

It might have just worked out that way.

You know how things are, "amigo."

Things don't just work out around here.

They happen for a reason.

Even at the cost of letting Red Cell get their hands on that shipment...

you think they're doing this all just to get rid of Nikita?

It's a numbers game.

Michael, Nikita.

Volker, Nikita, and Red Cell.

They pull the lever...

whatever comes up three cherries, there's the jackpot.

- Walter? - Back here, sugar.

You said you wanted to see me?

- They're for you, cupcake. - What is this?

Well, think of it...

as a government low-budget "bon voyage" party.

I'm just trying to make it as painless as possible.

They're not rigged...

and there's no electronic files baked inside them or anything.

Well, "here's..." Here's looking at you, kid.

You two are talking like I'm never coming back.

I'm getting married, not canceled.

That's close enough.

Keep your powder dry.

Sure as hell gonna miss you.

I'll be back.

What are you thinking?

About the man I'm going to marry.

It's one thing to convince another man that I love him...

enough to marry him...

but the idea of not seeing you "again..."

You have to separate Anna's life from Nikita's.

- Is that what you did with Elena? - I tried.

So even with everything that you went through...

you still think it's possible to hold on to your heart?

Yes.

We'll find a way to stop this.

Hello.

- I wasn't sure you'd come. - I said I would.

Yes, but it's beauty's prerogative...

to not always deliver what's promised.

I keep trying to read your eyes.

And they flash and they sparkle...

and somehow manage to not give an answer.

Yes. All right.

I'll marry you.

Have you been able to decipher Volker's cell phone code?

No, not yet.

But since the mission's been scrapped, it's no longer a priority.

If it was?

He's using an encryption code that can't be remotely scanned.

I'd have to physically get a hold of the phone...

use a NAM demodulator to clone the algorithm.

Like I said, it's no longer a priority.

It's a NAM demodulator.

It's a variation on what the rip-off guys are using to clone cell phones.

A little more sophisticated in that it can handle...

digital coding and encryption schemes.

It ain't fast, though.

- How long? - Lf it's simple, a minute.

From there, well, it's anybody's guess.

Up to three, four minutes, probably.

You know I'm gonna have to log this.

You'll think of something.

Yeah. I always think of something.

Michael.

We're leaving for Buenos Aires later tonight.

I know.

I'm sure he's gonna want the deal to go down sometime before we leave.

If we want to stop it, we need to know when.

Do you think this is gonna work?

If he fails with Red Cell, he'll no longer be of use to them.

This marriage will "be..."

Pointless.

I got to go.

Madeline, my office.

I'll be expecting your call.

I'll talk to you later.

Hi.

Promise me that you'll leave me at least once a day...

so that I can have the pleasure of watching you come back through the door.

You're very good at this. Charming.

It's all planned.

Our plane leaves at 10:00.

I've arranged for the ceremony Sunday afternoon.

I came across this anomaly in our records.

A NAM demodulator. You can trace it.

No, it slipped through the cracks. There's no repair order.

It's listed as being out with a bad circuit board.

- Did you check the replacement schedule? - It doesn't show up.

It was on inventory when we planned the Volker mission.

But now it seems to be missing. Michael?

We both knew there'd be a chance he'd try to interfere.

Even putting himself at risk with Oversight?

To prevent the marriage. To keep Nikita to himself.

He's already shown us how much he's willing to risk.

Davenport. Team briefing. Fifteen minutes.

I have to tell you. It's a bit lonely in here.

Well, when you come out, you'll have all the company you need.

Yeah.

I'm all for cleanliness, but bathing first, I don't know.

Takes away the spontaneity.

I'm sorry. Just one of my quirks.

I expect to find out about all your quirks.

You're still dressed.

Well, I thought you might like to give me some help.

Volker here.

- Can you talk? - Yeah.

- 8:00 tonight at Volkwerks. - I'll be there.

- Everything all right? - Yeah.

Like clockwork.

- You know the schedule? - Right.

- Okay. - Good luck.

I think this is everything, ma'am.

The plane just arrived. Do you expect Mr. Volker shortly?

Yes. Any minute. Thank you.

That's the last stack? That's all of it? Good.

Birkoff, the truck is leaving. It's a done deal.

We'll maintain contact with the target.

NO ENTRANCE

There she is.

- You seem surprised to see me. - No, I was "just..."

Well, I thought you'd be here sooner.

- You must promise to always miss me. - Of course.

Come, we have a plane to catch.

Having Adrian does not give you free reign.

Nikita's mission is justifiable...

and I'm sure not even Oversight would take kindly to your interference.

You are expendable.

I know.

It's over, Michael. Nikita has her job to do, and you have yours.

Forget about her.

Is that all?

For the moment.

Do you, Helmut Volker...

take this woman, Anna Goerner...

to be your lawfully wedded wife...

to love, honor, and cherish...

as long as you both shall live?

I do.

And do you, Anna Goerner...

take this man, Helmut Volker...

to be your lawfully wedded husband...

to love, honor, and cherish...

until death do you part?

I do.

Then by the power vested in me...

I pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.