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I'm not any good at this.

I don't know what to say.

Things aren't going the way that I had planned.

I need your help.

Time to come in from the cold, Alex.

Nothing is stopping you from walking out of there with me.

Except for the fact you're not here.

You're the one working for Division.

I'm not the reason we meet like this.

My deal with Amanda is only about getting Sergei Semak.

And the black box, right? Not gonna happen.

I don't need the black box. I just need one file.

What are you talking about?

I'm proposing a simple barter.

Six months ago, I compiled a dossier on each of my enemies...

...Semak included, and encrypted them all into the black box.

- You mean the one you don't have? - I have it.

Right here. Remember?

I'll give you everything I have on Sergei Semak...

...in exchange for a box of Montecristo cigars.

And let me guess, a lighter.

Amanda said no fire.

Amanda doesn't need to know... About any of this.

It's nothing but a simple trade. Cigars for a dossier.

Your choice.

So you made a third choice.

Screwing Percy over is always the right choice, don't you think?

Well, that depends. What do I get?

If you give me the Semak file that's on the box...

...then I don't have to deal with Percy or Amanda.

- And if I don't need them anymore... - Then you won't be after me.

How about this, Alex, forget about revenge.

That's not an option anymore. Division picked up chatter.

Gogol put out a hit on me.

Nikita, please.

I have to get Semak before he gets me.

What do you think?

I believe where she's coming from.

And screwing over Percy does have its appeal.

Alex, I'll look into it, but I'm not making any promises.

Oh!

- Didn't mean to rush you. - It's out of order.

Hey.

Percy's enemies list.

You were right, it wasn't with the mission logs.

- Easy to miss. - Says the guy who missed it.

What did you find, Birkhoff?

Just a psych eval, couple photographs...

...and a transcript of a phone call...

...where Semak goes all Christian Bale on Percy.

I actually enjoyed that one.

Heh, Percy lied to Alex too.

Figures.

Yeah, there's, uh, nothing really interesting on Semak in this dossier.

But there is something about you.

You would be on Percy's enemies list.

Might wanna look. There's some, uh...

...personal stuff in your psych eval about your parents.

No thanks, Birkhoff.

Foster care was traumatic enough, don't need to relive it.

I mean your real parents.

Roan tailed Alex to a church where you sent her...

- ...to meet Nikita behind my back. - I didn't send her to meet Nikita.

She went behind my back. Exactly like I knew she would.

- What did you do? - Your job.

Thanks to me, you're closer to catching Nikita than you realize.

In fact, it's already in motion. I know exactly where Nikita will be...

...for the next 24 hours. Past that...

Percy, what do you want?

Sunshine.

A transfer to a facility above ground.

Doesn't have to be a tropical paradise, just a room with a view.

You realize this means you can never be elected president?

My mother's name was Anh.

Why leave the father's name blank?

Probably because he was American.

She died when I was born.

My foster parents told me it was a complicated birth.

The only time they ever told me the truth.

What's this?

- "Father: Rybat." - I don't know, uh, last name maybe?

- Nikita Rybat. - No.

No, no, no. Rybat is an old CIA code designation.

It means classified.

Doesn't make sense.

What do you think happened?

I asked about him once. You didn't wanna talk about it.

I dealt with it.

Or I thought I had.

The first thing I did when I escaped from Division...

...I hacked in everywhere, searching for my parents.

Always came up blank.

Yeah, sorry about that, uh...

As soon as a recruit came into Division I'd erase their birth records...

...that way nobody could trace an agent's real identity.

Then you're gonna make it up to me...

...by hacking into the CIA.

Uh, excuse me, I already burned my back doors into that network...

...getting somebody out.

Want something done right, you have to do it yourself.

You cannot be thinking... You just busted out of Langley.

- Now you wanna sneak back in? - Old files aren't at Langley.

It's still the CIA. They're looking for you.

Michael, I don't want to, I have to.

This has been hanging over me my whole life.

Okay, who's next?

Come on, the road to becoming an agent goes through me.

None of you garbage-sucking worms wants to stick his head above ground.

That why you're still here?

Division didn't need to fake your death, did they?

Nobody gives a damn about trash.

Scummy little orphan girl.

Mommy and Daddy aren't around to teach you any manners.

Easy!

Hey.'-

What are you looking at?

It's time we did something about Nikita. If we can't control her here...

...we can't control her out there.

Would you trust her with your life on an op?

- I'll take that as a no. - So cancel her.

All I'm asking for is a chance to talk some sense into her.

Far as I can tell, nobody's done that.

If I don't see improvement, she gets a bullet in the brain.

And you will be the one to put it there.

I get it.

If it was my people, I'd be out there looking too.

There's only one thing that's worse than losing a family...

...and it's not having one.

Okay. What's wrong?

- Nothing. - Doesn't sound like nothing.

Sounds like there's something you wanna tell me.

Michael is Max's father.

You cannot tell him

Michael.

Oh, my God.

What?

Are you...?

- No. - Pregnant?

No.

I know what you meant. I, um...

The answer's no.

Oh, good.

No, I don't mean good, I mean...

- I didn't mean good, I meant... - Yeah.

You know what I mean. Yeah.

What's on your mind?

I just feel like...

...you're sacrificing so much for me...

...and I'm not doing anything for you.

Hey.

If I can't get my family back, the least I can do is help you get back yours.

Morning. Good workout?

- Ugh, you can see me? - Duh.

That new security system isn't just to keep out bad guys.

How do you think Division spies on you?

Now, who told you that I get an alert...

whenever someone searches my name on the web?

You did. Back when we were at Division.

You wanted to see which girls were checking you out.

I needed to get in touch with Nikita somehow.

I'm supposed to believe...

...you didn't pass this tidbit about me onto Division?

I'm only using them to get what I need.

Like Percy's enemies list?

We found the files. Plenty of bad guys, but nothing useful on Semak.

Percy was playing you.

- Why would he lie? - Uh, because he's Percy.

Why are you telling me this? Where's Nikita?

- Put her on. - What am I, an operator?

She's gonna give you the same lecture she used to give me.

And I hate to admit it, but she's right. You can't beat Percy at his own game.

The only way to win is not to play.

Most of this is classified.

If you were looking for an NIC report, then okay...

...but since it's a FOIA request, no way.

I mean, I'm gonna have to get clearance from the ARP.

And then they're gonna be heavily redacted by the IPC.

- Got it. - Twenty-three, 13. Here you go.

- Knock yourself out. - Great.

- He's going to have a headache. - Better him than me.

Hey. Hey, stop right there.

Come in. I have a 404 in aisle 59. Send backup. Send backup, now.

About an hour ago...

...Nikita and Michael hit a CIA storehouse in Maryland.

Made off with some old personnel files.

Let me guess. You need me to tell you why.

I can guess what Nikita's looking for now.

She's after her real father.

How were you planning on dealing with him?

Nikita won't give up until she knows where she came from.

Remember that?

We can use it against her.

We? You should have run this past me before you put it in motion.

Richard Ellison is not a name I was expecting to hear again.

But now that I have, I don't need you.

Sometimes when you gamble, you lose.

This should be a surprise.

Especially if it's not the right guy.

He's the only CIA agent on the file that was unaccounted for.

Until Birkhoff found him.

Hardly seems like the place you'd find a CIA operative.

That's probably why he's here.

Should we have called first?

No, I think that might have spooked him.

He wouldn't be living under an alias if he wanted visitors.

Hey, what are you doing?

Just checking it out.

- He's not here. - It's not like I can leave a note, Michael.

Hey. Hey, look. Maybe you don't want your old man to come home...

...to find his house broken into. Might get things off on the wrong foot.

Nikita, we can wait.

Then wait.

Anyone?

Drop it now.

Who are you, CIA?

I'm your daughter, Richard.

I don't have a daughter.

My name is Nikita. My mother was Anh.

- I was adopted... My daughter's dead.

I tried to find her a few years back.

- All I found was her grave. - My death was faked.

We both know a little something about disappearing, don't we?

Well, great to meet you, but I'm a fugitive, I wanna stay that way.

Let's go. Out.

What did you do?

If I told you that, you'd be an accessory to my so-called crimes.

- Add it to my list. - You need to leave.

I have come way too far to leave here empty-handed.

Richard, just tell me what happened.

I was doing my job. '84, slipped back into Laos...

...and my contact had just returned from Hanoi...

...where he came across a half a dozen men...

...digging a well under armed guard.

Caucasians, he said.

Wearing lots of zippers.

You know what has lots of zippers?

- Yeah, a, uh, flight suit. Downed pilots. - Yeah.

So I had credible Intel on POWs and a location.

- Why didn't this come out? - Politics.

The higher-ups didn't even wanna look into it...

...afraid they'd start an incident.

Didn't sit well with me...

...so I raised hell.

Like father, like daughter.

I was brought up on charges of smuggling heroin out of Thailand.

I ran before they could...

Who are these guys?

- It's an Alpha team. - How did they find us?

Percy set us up.

- What the hell have you done? - They're not after you, they're after me.

We're sitting ducks. We gotta get out.

Where?

Just follow me.

Get down.

More guns? Where are you gonna put that?

Under my pillow.

- This is Seymour Birkhoff, our... - Landlord.

Birkhoff, this is Richard. My father.

- That sounds weird to say. - Sounds even weirder to hear.

Appreciate your hospitality. Be out of your hair before you know it.

Sure. Spare bedroom's, uh, down there to the left.

You know, you don't have to leave right away.

You can stay. You shouldn't have to be on the run anymore.

I don't really have a choice.

There must be a document that can corroborate your story.

Some witness that can exonerate you. It's out there, we'll find it.

I appreciate that, but it's way too risky.

We're family. It's what you do.

You've known me, what, less than one day?

In that time, my cover's been blown...

...my home's been destroyed and now I'm being hunted...

- ...by two government agencies. - Never intended...

I know.

When you say you're gonna fix things...

...you can see how I might be worried.

- Richard... - Look“.

...I'm just not so sure I can give you what you're looking for.

How do you know what I'm looking for?

You're right. I don't.

I'm never gonna believe anything you tell me again.

Oh, please. You are hardly the victim in all this.

You were using me.

The least you could do is tell me why.

I sincerely doubt Amanda would want you to know.

Know what?

What are you talking about?

Very well.

I sent you to complete a mission that began seven years ago.

- Hey, don't shoot. - Richard?

What are you doing?

Getting me something to help put me to sleep.

Maybe I shouldn't, huh? Your landlord's a little touchy.

I recommend the Zephyr's Kiss.

Sets Birkhoff back 12 grand a bottle.

Wow.

Look, I'm sorry about, ahem, what I said before.

Sometimes I let my anger do the talking.

Yeah.

You know, I've imagined this moment for so long...

...all the things that I would ask.

I don't even know where to begin.

Well...

You probably wanna know about your mother.

She was a nurse.

How did you two meet?

I got shot on a mission.

She patched me up...

...and, uh, let's say I convalesced a little longer than I needed to.

Were you there when she died?

No. It was too dangerous to be there for the delivery.

Can you imagine?

One minute, they tell you you've got this brand new, beautiful baby girl...

...then a week later...

Should have gotten her out when I had the chance.

Luckily, I didn't make the same mistake with you.

Why did you give me up?

Was it because I caused her death?

Oh, God, no.

No, I didn't blame you for that.

You know how dangerous this life is.

It's no place to raise a kid, especially by yourself.

I took you over to the States, first chance I got.

Giving you up was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life.

- You were all that I had left of her. - You never should have given me up.

Sorry.

Sometimes I let my anger do the talking too.

Yeah, it figures. Nikita's dad being CIA, you know?

- Did you know her father's identity? - I did.

Why didn't you tell her about him?

All I'm asking for is a chance to talk some sense into her.

If I don't see improvement, she gets a bullet in the brain.

And you will be the one to put it there.

I wouldn't count on him succeeding. She's a tough nut to crack.

Should have left it to the expert?

Way I see it, Nikita runs on anger. It fuels her fire, but she can't turn it off.

And there's a lot of anger to draw on.

She's like a dog that's been kicked its whole life.

All it knows how to do is lash out.

How would you make the bitch heel?

Nikita won't stop until she knows where she came from.

I say we let her find her father.

It'll give her a sense of self-worth, at least make her feel grateful to us.

- We don't want to dissipate the anger... - Just channel it.

The idea was hers, but the plan was all mine.

Nikita was always snooping around on the computer...

...trying to dig up her past, so I decided to let her uncover her personnel file...

...and see that her father was listed as classified.

She'd track him down, show up at his front door.

And find out not only was she not trash...

...she was intelligence royalty.

She'd have to figure, "Hey, uh, I was cut out for this."

Why don't you tell her?

Why did you let her discover it for herself?

Why did I make you work for the Intel on Semak...

...instead of just telling you?

Because it wasn't true.

So you and Michael...

How long are you gonna be on this crusade?

As long as it takes, I guess.

Why?

Just wondered if you've ever thought about children?

Oh, I don't know, heh.

This life that we live...

It seems far off.

Although sometimes I think that Michael wishes he had a child.

Come on. What's stopping you?

His wife and his daughter were killed by a car bomb.

He lost his whole family, just like you.

I'm sorry I brought it up.

Richard Ellison doesn't exist.

I changed her personnel file. I planted the fictitious CIA record.

I invented the myth of her father.

She'd be more inclined to believe it...

...if she found it out herself, right?

She never did find out.

The program was never activated.

Michael got to her somehow...

...and turned her around.

But the plan was still out there, sitting on the black box...

...just waiting to be used.

So now a tool that was designed to motivate or recruit Nikita...

...becomes a weapon to destroy rogue Nikita.

Never let anything go to waste.

Your relationship is none of my business.

No, actually, I've been wanting to talk to someone about it.

Well, then...

...I mean, if you don't feel comfortable telling me, I understand.

Michael has a child that he doesn't know about.

Why haven't you told him?

Because he'd wanna go and protect his son.

And I'm afraid that it would just make things worse.

Sooner or later Division would find out. They'd both be in danger.

And I don't wanna lose him.

It's been so hard keeping this from him.

I've gotten into so much trouble...

...keeping the truth from people.

Hey, uh...

...I don't know if it's too soon to be...

...giving you advice or not...

...but I just think it's better to tell the truth every time.

Always, even when it hurts.

Good night, Richard.

Sleep tight.

Roan, what have you heard?

Nothing but silence. I asked for an update...

...but he hasn't responded. What do you wanna do?

Give him a little more time. Let him secure the box.

Then strike.

- Alex? It's like 2 a.m. here. - Birkhoff, are you alone?

- What did you have in mind? - Shut up.

You're in danger.

Nikita's dad is a Division plant.

Uh, if you're looking for the bathroom it's upstairs.

The black box. Where'd you stash it?

Uh.

Just over here. Ahem. Ahem.

Shh. Shh!

- Keep it down. - What?

Keep it down.

- Was it all a lie? Where's my father? - I'm the only family you've got.

Wait, stop, stop. We need him talking.

Still no word?

We've heard struggle over the comms.

We have to assume he's compromised.

Even if he is a hostage, this is not a rescue mission.

Storm the house, retrieve the black box, kill everything else.

- Who are you working for? - Who do you think?

Division. Looking for the black box.

Hey, Birkhoff, if you didn't fight him off...

You saved our asses.

Don't thank me, thank Alex. She's the one who warned us off.

What was the plan? Kill us in our sleep?

How much time did they give you?

How about I re-open that wound my mother stitched?

I can be just as cruel as you were.

I'm Division.

Psy-Ops, been stationed in Manila for years.

You're a pro. I knew it, I knew it.

I trained for this seven years ago.

Nobody was more surprised than me when they re-activated it.

I got to Walnut Lane three hours before you did.

- The guy you were pretending to be? - CIA agent.

Died in a black prison for smuggling heroin.

Don't know the first thing about your father.

He's wasting our time.

If he's Division, he has a tracker.

- How close are they? - Your best bet is to ransom me...

...and give them the box in exchange for your lives.

I don't need your advice.

The way Amanda works, she would easily trade your life for mine.

Kevlar. - Good.

Okay, here's the plan...

We're gonna need air support.

No way.

That's some kamikaze crazy. It could...

Kill us all.

I know.

Where's your tablet?

Far.

Good luck.

Michael!

Michael?

We're getting off this damn beach!

- You wanted to see me? - Did we get her?

She escaped.

She must have figured it out.

You should know how hard it is to lie and get away with it.

Oh, I know.

And I think that's something you're about to find out. Again.

- What are you talking about? - I warned you not to betray me...

...twice.

And each time, I knew you would.

I know you warned Nikita.

You have any idea how furious Amanda will be if she finds out...

...that you've ruined her golden opportunity?

I guarantee your partnership will be terminated.

It's my word against yours.

Can you pass her lie-detector test?

I can.

I own you, Alex.

From now on, you will get me what I want...

...when I want it. No questions asked.

Or there will be questions asked.

Go to hell.

You know where to find me.

We'll rendezvous on Tatooine.

Or wherever the hell I set up the next rebel base.

You know how to contact me.

I should have known better.

I should've known better than to believe my real father was alive.

I almost got us killed.

Just wanted a home so badly, I lost us the one we had.

Now we're nowhere.

Hey.'-

I was right there with you.

If anyone should have seen things clearly, it was me.

I wanted this for you too.

Your real father might be out there.

If you wanna go looking for him again...

...we can do that.

I can't deny you something I want myself.

What are you talking about?

I didn't shoot Richard back there for revenge, Michael.

He knew a secret, a secret he could take back to Division.

This is what you almost told me before, isn't it'?

I was just trying to protect you.

But I...

Back in Belarus, when I was with Max...

...he told me his birthday.

He was born nine months after your mission in Minsk.

Michael, you have a son.