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106. Treason
Directed by Jerry Ciccoritti
Written by Robert Cochran
Guest Starring: Peter Outerbridge, Vox Flores
Transcribed by Christine
MADELINE’S OFFICE
Madeline is in her loft, when Nikita enters the office and takes a seat on a chair. Walking along the catwalk above, Madeline leans over the balcony railing, looking at Nikita below.
MADELINE: Congratulations, Nikita. You’ve crossed a milestone.
NIKITA: I have?
MADELINE: You’ve completed what might be called the probationary period. You’re a full-fledged operative now, the equal of any operative in Section.
NIKITA: Equal… to Michael?
MADELINE: Well…
NIKITA: Oh, some are a little more equal than others?
Madeline begins descending the stairs to the lower level.
NIKITA: So, do I get a cap? A gown? Merit badge?
Taking a seat on the couch opposite Nikita, Madeline crosses her legs.
MADELINE: We’re very satisfied with your progress. So, are there any issues you’d like to raise?
NIKITA: (surprised) You’re inviting me to ask questions?
MADELINE: That’s right.
NIKITA: Why should I bother? You’re not going to answer them.
MADELINE: You won’t know ‘til you ask.
NIKITA: It’s just another way of building a data file labeled “Nikita”, isn’t it? See, any questions I ask, you have more insight to the way I tick, all the more for you to wind me up when you need it.
Madeline: (impressed) You really have graduated.
NIKITA: Still, I do have one question. I see a lot of young people in Section, but very few old. Why is that, Madeline? Surely not everybody’s been lost in action.
MADELINE: No, not all.
NIKITA: So what happens to us down the line? Do we get a condo in Miami? Or, is it a bullet in the back of the head?
MADELINE: It’s a good question, Nikita. Perhaps more profound than you know.
NIKITA: And the answer?
MADELINE: Is highly classified.
NIKITA: Naturally. Madeline, I will be expecting my merit badge in the mail.
Nikita stands and begins heading to the door.
MADELINE: Nikita.
Nikita stops and looks back, while Madeline stands from the couch and goes to face Nikita.
MADELINE: From now on, you have to understand more will be expected of you. Don’t disappoint us.
SUBA’S BACK ROOM
Suba lies atop a struggling blonde woman on a round bed with animal print bedding.
WOMAN: Stop it! Stop it!
She slaps him in the face.
SUBA: What do you think you’re here for?
WOMAN: Not with everybody watching.
Three of Suba’s guards stand blocking a curtained doorway, facing the bed. Suba lunges for the woman.
SUBA: That just makes it more fun.
A fourth guard pokes his head through the curtain panel.
GUARD: They’re here.
SUBA: Show them in.
The blonde woman immediately bolts from the bed.
GUARD: Come on.
Two men dressed in business suits enter through the curtains. Suba remains lying on the round bed.
SUBA: What do you want?
MAN #1: The Agency wants you out of the country. The drugs are bad enough, but then you kill a guy just because he won’t let you dance with his wife?
SUBA: You didn’t see her.
MAN #1: You’re out of control, Suba. You’ve got 48 hours.
SUBA: That’s not possible. No, there’s still something I gotta do first.
He gets off the bed, goes over to a nearby bar, zipping his pants.
MAN #1: And, what’s that?
SUBA: Visit Disneyland. Been here five years, never been once.
MAN #1: Well, we heard you’ve been snooping around nuclear power plants. Now, you wouldn’t be trying to get your hands on some of that enriched U-235, would you?
SUBA: You know, I bet a guy could make a lot of bucks doing that. Thanks for the idea.
He takes a sip from a wineglass.
MAN #1: ‘Cause if you start messing around with nukes, we won’t just kick you out of the country, we’ll finish you.
Suba takes a seat on a chair, completely not worried about what the man has to say.
MAN #1: Two days. You’ve been warned.
SUBA: Your colleague here, Boggs… suppose I told you that he’s on my payroll.
MAN #1: Well, I’d say that you were delusional.
SUBA: Did you hear that? He called me crazy.
Boggs pulls a gun and shoots Man #1 at close range. Suba laughs.
SUBA: Did you ever see a more surprised face in your life?
He turns to his guards.
SUBA: Find me that bitch who slapped me.
HALLWAY
Nikita is buttoning her jacket, heading out of Section for the day. Another operative calls to her from behind.
ROGER: Nikita?
Nikita stops and turns toward him.
NIKITA: Hi, Roger.
ROGER: Operations is looking for you. There’s a briefing in five minutes.
NIKITA: I was so looking forward to having a relaxing evening at home.
ROGER: Well, I’m afraid you’re going to have to postpone that for a few hours, or, a few days.
NIKITA: Or, forever.
Roger smiles and begins to leave.
NIKITA: Roger?
He turns back to her.
NIKITA: How long have you been here?
ROGER: My whole life, just like everybody else.
NIKITA: Madeline told me that I’m off probation now. What’s that mean exactly?
ROGER: It means whatever they want it to mean, until they decide that it means something else. I’m not trying to be clever, just honest.
NIKITA: Thanks.
ROGER: The only thing you can do while you’re here, Nikita…
NIKITA: (interrupting) Focus on the mission.
ROGER: Stay alive.
He walks off.
NIKITA: (repeating) ‘Stay alive’.
She puts on her sunglasses, and heads to the War Room.
WAR ROOM
The halo-screen shows an image of Suba. Operations stands behind the long conference table, Madeline sits at his side. On the other side of the table sit Michael, Nikita, Birkoff, and Roger.
OPERATIONS: Suba came here five years ago after a coup in his own country. The Agency sponsored him because of his anti-terrorist activities, but he’s become a liability. Lately, he’s been trying to acquire waste uranium from power plants. He might already have some.
He deactivates the halo-screen and takes a chair next to Madeline.
OPERATIONS: Now the Agency has been compromised, so… we have to clean up.
ROGER: They want him planted?
OPERATIONS: Oh, no. They might want to use him again. We’re to… deport him, quickly and quietly.
MICHAEL: Weaknesses?
MADELINE: Yes. He likes tall blondes.
Michael inclines his head to Nikita, sitting next to him.
CLUB
The mission van is parked before a club. Inside are Michael, Birkoff, and Roger, who are watching the van’s monitors. Outside, Nikita dressed in a shiny silver evening dress, heads to the club. She is stopped by a guard.
GUARD: This is a private party.
NIKITA: I’m one of the girls.
GUARD: Why you late?
NIKITA: I had to take a philosophy exam.
She smiles coyly at him. He looks her up and down.
NIKITA: You can frisk me, if you want…
GUARD: Works for me.
She raises her hands overhead, giving him access to her. He places his hands over her breasts and slowly slides his hands down her body, then back up. He smiles, enjoying himself, while Nikita lets him, appearing unaffected.
GUARD: Let her in.
Nikita enters the club, making her way through the crowd. She touches a broach that is situated on her dress between her breasts, which activates a camera hidden in it, providing the mission van with a view of the interior of the club.
Flash to Mission Van
MICHAEL: Okay, she’s in.
Back to Club
She begins walking through the club on the lookout for Suba, seeing various shenanigans in progress as she goes by. She spies Suba sitting with a woman on either side of him on a couch, so she positions herself at the bar, in full view of Suba. He spots her quickly. Nikita glances back and shakes her butt flirtatiously to the music. He wants his guard to go get her for him.
SUBA: Whoa! You’d need a stepladder for that one! Bob…
Bob goes over to Nikita and speaks with her. One of the blondes at Suba’s side keeps fawning over him, trying to claim his attention, but Suba is too busy watching Nikita. At the bar, Bob takes Nikita’s arm to make her go with him, but she yanks it away. Suba is intrigued, and the girl next to him looks to see what has his interest. Right then, Nikita kicks Bob. The blond woman resumes kissing Suba on the side of the face, but he is not interested in her. He wants Nikita.
SUBA: I like her!
He stands up, leaving the blonde woman furious, and goes over to Nikita, taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor. She goes willingly. They begin to salsa together, and Nikita takes the opportunity to slip a tracker beneath Suba’s jacket lapel. As he dips and spins her, she starts noticing that his guards are closing in on them, surrounding them.
Flash to the Mission Van
As soon as Nikita places the tracker in Suba’s lapel, it beeps in Van, showing them Suba’s location.
MICHAEL: That’s the tracker. Good. She should be out in a minute.
Michael can see what Nikita’s broach camera is picking up – Suba’s guard’s crowding around her.
MICHAEL: They’re not going to let her go. Get me in.
BIRKOFF: You got it.
Back to Club
Nikita looks at the guards warily, knowing they won’t let her just go.
Flash to Mission Van
Michael immediately heads out of the van and makes his way toward the club, joining the long line of people waiting to get in.
Birkoff taps into their security.
BIRKOFF: I picked up their frequency.
ROGER: Ravic, you there?
It is the guard who frisked Nikita.
RAVIC: Go ahead.
ROGER: There’s trouble out front.
RAVIC: What? What’s going on?
ROGER: Just get out here. There’s a guy in a red jacket. Suba says run him off.
RAVIC: (to 2nd guard) Let’s go.
Back in Club
Suba’s guards are still crowding Nikita.
Flash to outside of Club
Ravic and the second guard approach a man in line wearing a red jacket. They immediately grab him and haul the surprised and innocent man away. Michael uses this as an opportunity to move up the line and into the Club.
Back in Club.
Suba and his men are forcing Nikita into Suba’s back curtained room. As they push her through the curtains, Michael sees where they have gone. Inside the room, Suba has Nikita by the arm and is pulling her toward the bed.
NIKITA: Hey!
Suba throws her on the bed. She throws a pillow at him, which he catches, smiling. He removes his jacket. She starts to kick at him, but he grabs her heeled foot and holds it, before lunging on top of her and ripping at her clothes. She struggles wildly.
Outside in the club, Michael moves through the crowd, trying to get to Nikita. He yanks open the curtains and glares at Nikita, pinned beneath Suba.
MICHAEL: There you are, bitch!
Suba immediately lifts off Nikita, and looks over to see who has intruded. Nikita jumps up and runs to Michael.
NIKITA: It’s not what it seems!
MICHAEL: (angry) What it seems? You think I’m a fool?
He suddenly slaps her across the face hard, the force spinning her around and into Suba, who now stands behind her.
NIKITA: Please. Tell him nothing happened.
Michael yanks her back to face him. Suba watches, not knowing what to think of the spectacle.
MICHAEL: Where’d you get this dress, huh? It’s a disgrace! You’re PREGNANT! Let’s go!
Suba is clearly entertained. Michael grabs Nikita’s arm and roughly shoves her through the curtains. As he goes to follow, Suba’s men crowd him so he can’t leave.
SUBA: Where you going, friend?
Michael turns to Suba, staying in character, as he steps over to Suba.
MICHAEL: Let me give you one piece of advice, Mister…
Suba is blank-faced as he waits to hear what Michael has to say.
MICHAEL: Don’t get married!
He suddenly turns and shoves the curtains aside angrily, storming off. Suba laughs hysterically.
SUBA RETRIEVAL MISSION
We see the mission van driving. It is night.
BIRKOFF: The signal’s strong. Let’s do a comm check.
VOICE: D-1 radio, check.
BIRKOFF Okay, he’s slowing down, and… he’s turning off. There’s an old farmhouse about a mile back from the road. He may be headed there. Better slow down. He stopped.
MICHAEL: Let’s go.
Michael, Nikita, and Roger head out of the van. They walk hidden in the brush, advancing a brick house that looks abandoned.
MICHAEL: Northwest corner, second floor. Destroy all documents and anything that gets in the way, but we need Suba alive.
They pull black masks over their faces and move closer to the house, wearing night vision glasses.
ROGER: The guards?
NIKITA: The way they partied, they’ll sleep for a week.
They enter the house cautiously, slowing making their way up the stairs.
MICHAEL: Slowly, people. Team Two, cover.
They are upstairs. Michael is holding a receiver, getting a read on Suba’s tracker just outside a bedroom.
MICHAEL: Closing in on signal.
They enter the bedroom; the bed looks like someone is beneath the blankets. Michael rips back the blankets, only to find that pillows have been fluffed up to look like a body. On one of the pillows lies the tracker.
MICHAEL: It’s the tracker.
Just then bright lights pierce through the bedroom windows as a helicopter advances, suddenly spraying gunfire. Michael, Nikita and Roger lunge for cover, trying to shoot back, but no match for the automatic firing that is ripping holes everywhere. Roger gets shot and cries out. Nikita is next to him and helps, as Michael backs out of the room, followed by Roger and Nikita. As they make their way down the stairs, the helicopter continues to fire exhaustively at the house. Just as suddenly, it pulls away.
VAN ACCESS
Michael and Nikita exit Van Access. Medical personnel wheel Roger and other injured operatives away. Operations and Madeline walk up, and moving into step with Michael and Nikita as they make their way down the hall.
OPERATIONS: What happened?
MICHAEL: It was a trap. They were expecting us.
MADELINE: Costs?
MICHAEL: Two dead, three wounded. Could have been worse. Should have been worse.
MADELINE: Explanation?
MICHAEL: Suba found the tracker.
Operations whirls on Nikita angrily.
OPERATIONS: Where did you put it?
NIKITA: Inside his collar. It was secure. I don’t understand how he found it so quickly.
Operations now turns angrily to Michael.
OPERATIONS: Well, he did!
NIKITA: Don’t blame Michael! It was…
Michael looks at Nikita, angry and impatiently interrupting.
MICHAEL: Shut up!
He turns back to Operations.
MICHAEL: It’s my mess. I’ll fix it.
OPERATIONS: So, you know where he is?
MICHAEL: I’ll find him.
OPERATIONS: (threateningly) For your sake!
Operations storms off. Michael also leaves. Madeline and Nikita remain behind.
MADELINE: In time you’ll learn, it’s not enough to do your best.
NIKITA: I did what you wanted me to.
MADELINE: It wasn’t enough!
Madeline walks off. Nikita heads to Medical.
MEDICAL
The doors to Roger’s medical room open. Nikita stands there, looking hesitantly at Roger on the bed inside.
ROGER: Come on in.
NIKITA: How are you doing?
ROGER: It’s just a scratch.
NIKITA: He found the tracker. It’s my fault, I’m sorry.
ROGER: It goes with the territory. Forget about it.
Nikita starts walking out.
ROGER: And, thanks for pulling me out of there.
NIKITA: You’d have done the same.
MUNITIONS
Nikita sits in Munitions, absently shining a light. She is preoccupied about the failed mission.
WALTER: Don’t beat yourself up. It’s their world; you just live in it. I mean, what the hell… guys with handguns taking on a fifty-millimeter? Come on! The chopper got off a hundred rounds before you guys got what… you and Michael, five… Roger, three.
NIKITA: Two.
WALTER: No, it was three. I’ve got his gun.
NIKITA: No.
She flashes back to the scene of the assault.
NIKITA: Two. I’m sure of it. I thought I was going to die. I remember.
WALTER: Sugar, I checked the gun. He fired three shots.
FARMHOUSE
Nikita returns to the farmhouse, during the day. The house is riddled with bullet holes. She goes to the bedroom where they had been caught by the firing helicopter. The windows are blown out; feathers are everywhere. She rounds to the far side of the bed, where Roger had been, flashing back to the night, and remembering that Roger did fire three shots. She can now remember hearing him cry out. She digs around on the floor, pushing feathers aside. She finds a spent bullet.
MEDICAL
Nikita enters Roger’s room.
NIKITA: Hi.
ROGER: Hi.
She walks behind his bed, moving to stand at the foot of the bed.
NIKITA: You’re leg hurting much?
ROGER: Ah, no, it’s fine.
NIKITA: I’m glad to hear it. How about now?
She reaches out and grabs the wounded area, squeezing it hard. Roger cries out in pain.
ROGER: You crazy?
NIKITA: (accusing) You set us up.
ROGER: What are you talking about?
NIKITA: Don’t mess with me.
ROGER: I didn’t set anybody up.
NIKITA: A fifty-millimeter shell would have ripped your leg apart. You only got a flesh wound. I went back to the farmhouse and found this.
She pulls out the spent casing from her mouth and holds it up for him to see.
NIKITA: It’s from your gun.
ROGER: You’re out of your mind.
NIKITA: Should we take it to Walter?
Roger looks down, grimacing with pain, as she continues to squeeze his injury.
NIKITA: You shot yourself so you wouldn’t be suspected. Why? Why? Why!
She squeezes his leg harder.
ROGER: Because they have my son.
Nikita lets go of his leg.
ROGER: Because Suba has my son. He’s eight years old, and if I don’t do exactly what they tell me, they’re gonna kill him.
Flash to a Barn
We see Roger’s son playing with a soccer ball on the hay. It rolls to a pair of booted feet, that kick it back. We see Suba standing there with a guard.
Back to Medical
ROGER: I was on death row at twenty, and I deserved it. But, then, along came Section One, and you know the rest. They turned me inside out, remade me in their own image, except for the one thing they never found out about. The only thing I ever did right in my whole life. I had a son.
NIKITA: How did you keep it from them?
ROGER: I never married the mother, so there were no records or papers. She died when he was two, so I, uh, gave him to another couple to raise, you know. Good people. I figured he’d be better off that way. I was right. All the time Section was training me, that was the only thing I had to hang onto, you know? My boy. My son. And, I never told them. Every once in awhile I go to his house, you know, and watch him getting ready to leave for school… or playing in the yard.
NIKITA: You never speak to him?
ROGER: Never. Never. I wanted to keep him free of anything connected with the Section.
NIKITA: How did Suba find out?
ROGER: I don’t know, I don’t know. I just know that my boy will die if I don’t give him what he wants.
NIKITA: What does he want?
ROGER: Suba has been smuggling uranium out of the country. He can’t do it all at once, so he moves it a little bit every few days. I’m using Section intel to find out which exit points are safe, and I’m giving him daily reports.
NIKITA: Ah, so you warned him about the raid.
ROGER: Yeah.
NIKITA: Stupid to shoot yourself. No one suspected treason; they blamed it on me.
ROGER: Well, I wish I’d known that in advance. I had to be certain no one would suspect me. If the Section took me off the case, I couldn’t give Suba what he wants.
NIKITA: I suppose you can’t tell them the truth.
ROGER: If Section thinks you’ve got a weakness an enemy could exploit, you become an enemy, too. Nikita, help me, please. Please.
MAIN AREA
Nikita walks through Comm, then out into the Main Area. From behind her, Michael approaches. He is still angry about her part in the failed Suba mission.
MICHAEL: (clipped) What are you going to do?
NIKITA: What do you mean?
MICHAEL: We have some down time, you should go over the dry mission profile.
NIKITA: I already have.
MICHAEL: (irritated) Go over it again. We can’t afford anymore mistakes.
ROGER/SUBA MEET
Flash to Roger’s son kicking the soccer ball. A woman stands knitting, and watching him. The boy picks up the ball.
ROGER’S SON: When can I go home?
WOMAN: (cruelly) Maybe tomorrow. Maybe never.
Roger stands at a large shipping dock. A large ship is anchored nearby. A red convertible pulls up and Suba gets out, going to Roger.
SUBA: What have you got?
ROGER: Nothing.
SUBA: That could be dangerous for your son’s health.
ROGER: I got hit in the leg the other night during the raid, I’ve been laid up.
Suba backhands him in the face, then grabs him by the chin roughly.
SUBA: Don’t play games.
ROGER: No games, I swear.
SUBA: My uranium’s piling up. Got to get it out of the country now.
ROGER: I’ll have your intelligence for you this afternoon.
SUBA: Yes, you will.
Suba goes to get into his convertible.
ROGER: Suba. What about my son?
SUBA: Yeah, he, uh… he had a bit of a fever this morning… sweating. He looked pretty bad.
Roger looks alarmed.
SUBA: Joking, man! Lighten up!
Suba laughs, getting into his car then driving off. A short distance away, Nikita sits in her car watching the encounter. When Suba drives off, she follows.
SUBA’S HIDEOUT
Nikita makes her way across Suba’s compound, coming up to the guard who had frisked her at the club, her gun aimed at him.
NIKITA: Remember me?
He holds up his hands.
RAVIC: How’d you find us?
NIKITA: Suba. Sent for me.
RAVIC: I wasn’t told.
NIKITA: Aw… Guess you’re out of the loop.
She suddenly punches him in the face, knocking him out, then grabs his legs, pulling him out of sight. She steals further into the compound, ducking and hiding behind various obstructions, until she sees Roger’s son playing with the soccer ball. She crouches behind some bushes, getting closer.
NIKITA: Kyle! Kick the ball over here!
The boy does this, standing awkwardly as she speaks to him.
NIKITA: Hi, I’m a friend, come here to get you out. You have to trust me. We have to hurry.
KYLE: What should I do?
NIKITA: There’s a trailer in the back of the building; meet me there.
KYLE: How?
NIKITA: Kick the ball! Like you just did.
As Kyle turns away with the ball, Nikita begins moving stealthily away. The woman stands in the lightly falling snow, still knitting. She looks up.
KYLE: Found it!
WOMAN: Stay where I can see you.
Kyle begins shuffling, casually kicking the ball in the direction where Nikita told him to meet her. He starts hurrying the ball away from the woman, who is engrossed in her knitting. Nikita, hidden, keeps an eye out on his progress, as she too heads for the trailer. The bald guard, Dekkar, goes to the entrance, where Ravic is supposed to be watching guard.
DEKKAR: Ravic!
Nikita continues to watch Kyle make his way closer to her, while the woman looks up from her knitting every stitch or two to look for Kyle. Nikita sidles up to the trailer, while Dekkar continues looking about for Ravic.
DEKKAR: Ravic?
Dekkar begins scouting around. Kyle begins kicking the ball more quickly toward the trailer. Dekkar spots Ravic lying behind a low wall unconscious. He immediately runs toward the other men in the compound, yelling orders.
DEKKAR: Head to the gate! If you see anything moving, shoot it! If it moves again, shoot it again! Check the yard now!
GUARD: Go! Now! Hurry up! Get the kid! Get the kid!
The men spring into action, running in every direction.
GUARD #2: Johnson, you’re with me. Let’s go.
Amidst the commotion, the woman looks for Kyle sharply and begins running for him.
WOMAN: Kyle, come on!
KYLE: I have to get the ball first.
Nikita waits, watching him get closer and closer, but the knitting woman is running for him.
NIKITA: Come on, come on.
WOMAN: Now.
The woman catches up with Kyle and grabs him by the coat collar.
WOMAN: I said, ‘Now’!
She drags him roughly back toward the compound central area. Nikita hangs her head in defeat for a moment, deciding what to do next. She crouches low, watching Suba’s guards, then takes off in the opposite direction from them.
COMM
Roger sits in Comm, typing on a laptop. Nearby, stand Operations, Michael, Madeline and Birkoff at his desk.
OPERATIONS: You’re telling me Suba’s vanished into thin air?
Michael paces, while Birkoff passes a weary hand over his head.
MICHAEL: I’m telling you our sources have come up empty so far, but we’re working on it.
MADELINE: What about sat-com traffic?
BIRKOFF: We’re working on it.
In the distance, Nikita emerges from a hall and rushes toward them.
OPERATIONS: (yelling angrily) I’m getting tired of hearing that phrase! You’re starting to test my patience. Do you understand what I mean when…
NIKITA: (interrupting) Excuse me.
Operations turns his head angrily toward her, while Michael and Madeline look to her. Nikita looks pointedly to Michael.
NIKITA: Can I have a word with you?
Operations and Michael exchange quick glances before Michael looks back to Nikita.
MICHAEL: We’re busy.
Effectively dismissing her, Michael looks back to Operations.
OPERATIONS: Michael, I need you to do two things. Number one…
NIKITA: (interrupting) I can deliver Suba.
Operations jerks his head back to her. He is angry.
OPERATIONS: What?
Operations and Michael then advance closer to where Nikita stands.
NIKITA: I know where he is, but he won’t be there for long. I’ll need an eight-man assault team and a ten-minute head start.
OPERATIONS: (demanding) Why?
NIKITA: Isn’t it enough that I can deliver what you want?
Operations, Madeline, and Michael look at her hard, but Nikita is nonplussed.
OPERATIONS: Do it!
Nikita shows a small, smug smile.
OPERATIONS: I want a complete debriefing.
Nikita immediately walks off to get prepared. Michael follows. Operations steps over to Madeline; they watch Nikita depart.
OPERATIONS: She’s protecting someone.
MADELINE: Yes, she is.
Roger, still seated at the laptop, has overhead the exchange. He shifts in his seat uncomfortably.
SUBA’S HIDEOUT
Men are hurriedly loading a van under the watchful guard of Suba’s armed men, who mill about the compound with readied automatics. Suba stands, talking with Dekkar, while the knitting woman stands nearby with Kyle.
At the front of the compound, a guard paces in the cold, blowing warm breath into his cupped hands. Nikita approaches from behind, surprising him, and quickly slamming his head into a steel grate, knocking him out. Running to high-stacked bales of hay, she spies the activity closer to the house, watching as Suba, Dekkar, the woman and Kyle get in to a waiting car. Nikita quickly loads her gun and takes aim. As the car begins to pull out, she shoots out a front tire, effectively stopping the vehicle.
The driver and Dekkar get out to inspect the damage, followed by Suba.
DEKKAR: These tires are brand new. I don’t understand this.
SUBA: Fix it! Let’s go.
The woman and Kyle exit the car, and begin heading toward the house with Suba. Nikita emerges from her hiding area and nonchalantly saunters closer to the car. She calls out.
NIKITA: Hello.
Suba immediately spins back to see who has called out.
SUBA: Who the hell are you?
NIKITA: Good afternoon to you, too.
Suba walks up to Dekkar, who is standing with the rest of the men, just looking at Nikita. Suba slaps him on the arm.
SUBA: How the hell did she get here?
He spreads his arms wide, incredulous that a trespasser has been able to just walk up to them.
SUBA: Are you all sleeping!
Nikita continues to slowly approach. As she gets closer, Suba recognizes her.
SUBA: Lady with the jealous husband.
NIKITA: (smiling) That’s right. I also happen to be a friend of Kyle’s. I just wanted to say goodbye to him. You don’t mind, do you?
SUBA: Don’t come any closer!
Nikita raises her gloved hands, keeping her palms facing her.
NIKITA: I just have a little present for him. It’s a golf ball. See?
Now she turns her palms toward Suba, showing him a yellow golf ball she’s holding.
NIKITA: In case he gets tired of soccer.
Smiling, Nikita slowly bends and rolls the golf balls toward them. It rolls just beneath the tire-blown car. Everyone is motionless, just staring at the golf ball where it rests beneath the car. Nikita activates the ball, the car suddenly bursting into explosive flames, the force of it throwing Suba and everyone nearby to the ground. Nikita begins running for Kyle.
SUBA: Kill her!
Kyle is grabbed and lead quickly off. Dekkar fires at Nikita and misses, a moment later a shot takes him out. Nikita whirls around and sees the approaching Section operatives advancing. She hurries to follow Suba and Kyle, while all about her, Section operatives and Suba’s men exchange gunfire.
Suba rushes Kyle to a brick barn, as the boy cries out fearfully.
SUBA: Get in! Shut up!
KYLE: Where are we going?
SUBA: Shut up!
Suba continues to propel Kyle roughly forward through the length of the barn interior. Nikita enters, seeing them.
NIKITA: Suba!
Suba turns, immediately shoving Kyle before him for a shield, keeping a hand on the boy’s shoulder.
SUBA: If you make a move, I shoot the kid. Now put the gun down. Put the gun down! Now!
Nikita slowly lowers her gun and bends down as if to set the gun down.
SUBA: That’s better.
Kyle suddenly bites down hard on Suba’s hand. As Suba cries out in pain, Kyle runs toward Nikita. Nikita straightens, her gun in hand and re-aimed at Suba.
SUBA: Stop!
Kyle immediately stops uncertainly, whirling to face Suba and standing between the two of them.
SUBA: Get back!
Kyle remains rooted.
SUBA: Come back to me, Kyle.
Kyle slowly shuffles a couple steps backward, toward Nikita.
SUBA: Get over here, kid.
NIKITA: Back up, Kyle.
SUBA: Walk back to me, Kyle.
Kyle takes a couple more steps backward toward Nikita.
NIKITA: More…
SUBA: Kyle!
NIKITA: More…
Kyle continues backing up toward Nikita.
SUBA: Come back to me, now, kid!
NIKITA: More…
KYLE: Whoa!
Kyle falls through an opening in the floor onto piles of hay below. Nikita immediately shoots Suba in the leg. He drops, yelling in pain, and rocking on the floor. Nikita rushes forward, sees Kyle safe on the hay below, and gets to Suba just as he tries to make a move for his gun. She steps on his hand with her boot, then reaches down and slugs him in the face, knocking him out.
OUTSIDE
Roger stands in a snowy park, looking out at a lake glistening in the afternoon sun. From behind, Nikita approaches with Kyle. Roger whirls about, seeing them.
ROGER: (relieved) Kyle.
KYLE: Who’s he?
NIKITA: He’s a friend.
KYLE: Can I go home now?
ROGER: Yeah. Yeah, I called your mom and dad. They’re… uh… they’re just over there.
Roger points at a man and woman standing in the distance. Kyle immediately breaks out into a run, heading for his parents, and yelling “Mom! Dad! Mom! Dad!” They rush to him with open arms. Roger watches with a bittersweet expression, as Kyle reunites with his adoptive parents.
ROGER: Nikita, if we don’t work together again…
NIKITA: We will.
ROGER: …thank you.
Nikita turns her glance to watch Kyle with his parents. When she turns back to Roger, he is gone. She looks about for him, then walks off.
SYSTEMS
Michael is talking with an operative, when Nikita walks up.
OPERATIVE: You want me to run the disk?
NIKITA: Hey.
Michael turns toward her.
NIKITA: Where’s Roger?
Michael turns back to the operative, handing over a disk, before walking over to Nikita.
MICHAEL: It was thought he’d be better off somewhere else.
Nikita nods, digesting this information for a moment. She is puzzles.
NIKITA: (inquiringly) Where else is there?
Michael doesn’t respond, but holds her gaze to his, as he waits for Nikita to understand. As the realization dawns, Nikita expression clouds. She turns her head, looking at Operations who stands in his loft. Michael follows her gaze.
NIKITA: Section had him cancelled.
She turns back to Michael.
NIKITA: Say it, Michael. He’s dead! Section had him killed because he’s weak.
MICHAEL: (remorseless) He betrayed the Section. Lives were lost.
NIKITA: And, a life was saved! An innocent one.
MICHAEL: Leave it alone, Nikita. It’s over.
He holds her gaze, his expression one of meaningful intent, before walking off. Nikita stalks off.
MADELINE’S OFFICE
Leaving Michael, Nikita enters Madeline’s office. Madeline stands before a rack of clothes, going through various pieces. She doesn’t turn, knowing it is Nikita.
MADELINE: Yes, Nikita?
NIKITA: (crying) Why?
Madeline takes a seat on a nearby couch.
NIKITA: Why?
MADELINE: Come sit down.
Nikita hesitates; then wiping tears away, goes to sit beside Madeline.
MADELINE: What you did for Roger was noble, but it wasn’t worth the risk.
Nikita looks at Madeline, her expression forlorn and tearful.
NIKITA: How can you be so ruthless?
MADELINE: Because the other side is ruthless. If we’re not stronger, then they win and we lose. You’re a good operative, Nikita. Don’t let your humanity get in the way.
Nikita looks surprised, not understanding her meaning.
NIKITA: My humanity?
Madeline gives her a brief smile, stands, adjusts a jacket hanging on a bust, and then walks out of her office. Nikita remains on the couch, left to ponder all that has happened.
The End
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