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South Haven, this is Mooney Three-Three-Golf.

Mooney Three-Three-Golf, South Haven. We have you level at 5,000.

Roger. Request vectors, full-stop landing runway 32.

I copy you, Three-Three-Golf. Turn right, heading 270...

descend to 3,000.

Altimeter 2992.

Three-Three-Golf, right to 270...

in the descent 3,000. 2992.

How far apart are they?

Exactly one mile. They're both inbound.

On a convergent path?

Very good.

Turn it up.

Three-Three-Golf, you're cleared final runway 32.

Wind 330 at 15.

Be advised, visibility is reduced on final to half a mile.

Roger. South Haven, I don't have the field in sight. Continue vectors.

Turn left, 270 descending.

Roger. Into descent eight.

- How much longer? - Any second now.

Three-Three-Golf, you're lined up runway 32. Cleared to land.

Roger. I have the field in visual this time, South Haven. Cleared to land.

It begins.

Carla, what's wrong?

- I just need someone to talk to. - What's wrong?

He's getting married.

- Married? - Yeah. To his ex-girlfriend...

who he was dating the last three months that we were going out.

When I think of all the excuses that he made to cancel.

He's the one that told me that he didn't want the commitment.

I'm sorry, Carla. I've got to get it.

- Hello? - Josephine.

As you know, the Internet is frequently monitored...

for any communication that is interpreted as a national breach of security.

Two days ago, we detected...

the recruiting efforts of a group we've encountered in the past:

Glass Curtain.

- I thought they were inactive. - So did we.

Unfortunately, they're not just recruiting.

There has been an incident.

This was originally thought to be an accident caused by human error.

The Glass Curtain has claimed responsibility.

This politics of chaos and destruction...

is the brainchild of this man here, Errol Sparks. His message is anarchy...

and his weapon is technology.

He has a capable group of malcontents who do all his dirty work.

These are college students, Mensa members, dropouts.

They're all highly-skilled and willing devotees.

- Birkoff- - We don't need a history lesson.

Just give us the relevant data, and let's move.

The last time I checked on protocol for briefings...

it didn't include disruptive behavior.

Birkoff is monitoring the situation now...

and we hope to have a hook on it soon.

Until then, we're going to be on close quarters. Stand by.

No one leaves the Section.

Morrison, you and Koi report to Comm. See Birkoff.

I should be first team on this.

You and Nikita will anchor from here.

- You don't think I can do this? - No, I don't.

You're too emotionally vested.

Listen to me. You convinced me to take...

You just look me in the eye, and don't say a damn word.

All right.

Morrison, you and Koi will be team two. Nikita, you go with Michael.

- Who's Glass Curtain, Michael? - You heard Operations.

- This guy Sparks, do you know him? - I'll fill you in when I'm ready.

And what was that about?

- What have you got? - It's an IRC in progress.

What's an IRC?

Someone wasn't paying attention in computer class.

Not today.

It's a chat room, a place where social misfits log on to the Internet...

and argue with each other.

Which one of them is Glass Curtain?

This guy right here. Hester.

The dude is laying some heavy ideology on these freaks.

Anything about the plane crash?

He brags about it every other minute.

- They're eating it up. - How do we get to this Hester?

We can't from here. He's using a dynamic address scheme.

Can we log into the conversation? Pretend to be a new recruit?

From what I can tell, you have to have a sponsor, someone on the inside.

They give you a password. That lets you into the group.

- Can we locate one of them? - Already did.

This guy right here, J.B.

All right, let's go.

- J.B.'s in there. - Where?

I flagged his screen. It will flash red, just like mine.

I don't see any flashing red.

Cover the exits. We're going in.

Wow.

Hey!

Nothing this end of the balcony.

Got him, Michael.

Flush him, Birkoff.

FBl?

Going south.

- Freeze! - Let go of me!

Who's your contact at Glass Curtain?

I don't know. I wasn't even going to join. I was just goofing with them.

You were in the IRC. How did you get the password?

They contacted me! I never even met any of them.

- Who is your contact? - I just said, I don't know!

No! Michael.

What are you doing?

Take him to Birkoff. Get the password.

Why?

Glass Curtain killed Simone.

Who's Simone?

My wife.

Oh, look at you.

- Did Leon ask any questions? - He was too busy counting the money.

Let's put you in.

- How long before you can QA it? - This baby's plug and play.

There it is, O'Hare Airport.

Every electronic pathway, from radar control to the men's room light switch.

- Is it live? - Let's see.

- O'Hare Maintenance. - This is the cafeteria.

Did you guys just order some sandwiches?

Sandwiches? I didn't, but hang on. I'll check.

Is that the fire alarm?

It'll be 20 minutes before they realize it's a false alarm.

Siobhan...

I love your flair for the dramatic.

O'Hare is yours. Just tell me what you want.

It's been 24 hours. What now?

Wait till J.B.'s contact gets online.

Do you want me here?

Whatever you want.

Did Simone work for the Section?

You can't tell me you had a wife and she was killed...

then just drop it, get back to business.

Simone...

was an operative.

She did work for the Section.

It was supposed to be a cold mission.

The two of us went in to gather information about Glass Curtain.

Before we left, she asked for a backup team.

I said it wasn't necessary.

I was wrong.

Was it Sparks?

I don't know. We were ambushed. There were a lot of shooters.

It was three years ago.

It still hurts, doesn't it?

Listen, Nikita, you asked me what happened...

and I told you.

You told me the facts.

Michael, I want to know how you feel.

Sometimes, you have to let yourself trust someone.

I'm right here.

Hester's finally logged in. Turns out J.B. has something they want.

- What is it? - An electrical layout to Orly Airport.

- How did J.B. get that? - Stole it from his father, a civil engineer.

Hester wants to see J.B. in three hours.

Good...

let's get ready.

Operations wants Nikita posing as J.B., not you.

He feels that Nikita would be more believable as disaffected youth.

What's J.B. 's favorite writer's name?

Who was he? Tyranny and the State?

Bakunin.

Yeah, that's right, Bakunin.

Don't worry. If you're stuck, we'll feed you.

Tilt your head higher. I don't have all of it.

Birkoff, can you see him?

That's it.

- You J.B.? - Hester?

No, name's Ray. Franklin Charter.

- I'm supposed to pick up a J.B. - I'm J.B.

- You alone? - Yes, just me.

Get closer to him. Stand still. We need to verify this guy.

What are you waiting for? Get in.

I've never been in a helicopter before. I'm a little nervous.

Don't be. You're in good hands.

Not yet, Nikita.

- I haven't got all day. The clock's ticking. - Come on.

There it is.

That's him. You're clear.

- Where are we going? - I can't tell you that. Put these on.

Zero margin for error.

- J.B., I presume. - Hello?

Interesting.

From the transcripts, you sound more like a man.

Is this Hester?

Close enough.

- Do you have Orly? - Yeah.

Tell me about yourself, J.B.

I'm not committing to anything yet.

Oh, you're committed, all right.

I understand you spiked the punch bowl with LSD at your junior prom.

- Where'd you hear that? - Tell me about it.

Never happened.

Nothing to tell.

Didn't do it.

My apologies. I mistook you for one of my recruits.

Tell me about your eighth grade math teacher.

I put her in jail for failing me.

How on earth did you do that?

You hacked into the county records and issued a bench warrant.

I hacked into the county records and issued a bench warrant.

One more question, J.B.

What kind of music do you like?

Music.

Nothing here.

I don't listen to music.

Why not?

Music evokes emotion.

Emotion spawns genius.

Emotion blurs judgment.

Jet Ranger 45A, descend immediately.

- What? - Drop the nose. Fast!

Where the hell did he come from?

See you in a few minutes, J.B.

What's J.B. stand for? Juicy Bod?

What is this place?

You'll see.

So, this is J.B.

What's wrong?

- Something about the way you look. - Why?

What's wrong with the way I look?

Like somebody that's been forgiven their entire life.

I don't need forgiveness from anyone...

including you.

See, Siobhan, it's in the eyes.

There it is.

Good.

She brought the plans.

Check it out, Siobhan.

Don't run a virus scan. The header block's designed to launch itself-

Don't tell me what to do.

...if it detects a probe.

Let's go.

J.B.?

You're a long way from home, underground...

at the mercy of a crazed revolutionary.

Why aren't you afraid?

Who says I'm not?

I don't like her.

I don't like you.

- What was that? - That? That's Simone.

- Simone. - Yeah.

A government agent Sparks grabbed a couple of years ago.

He keeps her alive, just in case.

Honeymoon suite.

Where do you sleep?

Looks like I have the best bed in the house.

Sorry, no cable.

Guess I'll have to find some other way to entertain myself.

You need some help?

You're easy.

- I'm just nice. - Nice.

- Got her. - Where?

Brilliant. An abandoned military installation.

Got its own generator, and it's airtight.

Where can we put the mobile comm?

Let me stroll around the neighborhood for a nice quiet place.

Michael.

- When are you leaving? - As soon as we ready the van.

Just be prepared for anything.

Simone?

Simone, I work for the Section. I'm gonna get you out of here.

I have to get some help. Do you understand?

Michael's here.

He still loves you, Simone.

Flight 19 is in the air.

How long until it's over the water?

Eighteen minutes.

Good.

Mobile comm, can you hear me?

Mobile comm, can you hear me?

Report.

Sparks is gonna down some planes today. I don't know where.

All right. Get to your exit point, Nikita.

We're proceeding.

There's something else.

What?

There's an innocent down here.

A hostage?

Yes.

Acceptable collateral.

Forget it, go. We're about to launch.

No, you can't.

Let's not get into it, Nikita. Move now!

It's Simone.

What?

I saw her. She's alive.

This is a potential air disaster, Michael. Don't even blink.

Get to your exit point, Nikita. I'm going to need you.

All right, Flight 135 is in the air.

Okay, Flight 135, you're about to meet Flight 19.

Seven minutes, thirteen seconds.

All right.

What have you got?

I counted 24, including Sparks, all armed.

Their power line runs underneath the sewage canal. Can't get to it.

- Ingress and egress? - The only way in is through the front door.

- Is that going to be a problem? - Not if you've got this.

How is she?

Not good, Michael.

Where?

They were here. They were right here.

My God!

We've got a problem.

We've 48 seconds before something happens. What do I do?

All right, it looks like converging trajectories on a timer.

I see a power switch.

- Should I turn it off? - No.

The program's already been sent. We have to correct it on-line.

- What's going on in there? - Nothing.

Come on, Birkoff, we've got 30 seconds!

Sit down at the main keyboard. Type exactly what I tell you.

P, S, dash, E.

P, S, dash, E. All right.

That's got to be it. It's the only process I don't recognize.

All right, type this in:

Kill, space...

minus nine, space, three, one, three.

Okay, got that?

That should do it.

Nothing's happening.

Just wait.

Birkoff, 18 seconds!

It'll work. It just has to filter through.

Birkoff, Birkoff!

Simone.

It's me, Simone.

Don't you remember me?

You're okay, darling. You're safe now.

It's all right. You're safe now.

You're safe.

It's okay.

It's okay.

I thought...

I would've never stopped looking for you.

I never stopped loving you.

My God!

We've got to get out of here.

Come back to me, Simone.

Come back to me, Simone. Come back.

I can't find Sparks.

I'm here.

It's okay.

I know where he is.

Okay.

Okay, let's go.

He's in Unit B.

Don't move. Stay here.

Unit B. He's mine.

Simone!

Go on.

Do what I tell you.

Hester, Siobhan!

Simone!

Go! Get out of here!

- Take her out, man, she's crazy! - Shut up!

It's too late, Michael. I'm already dead.

After all the years you've kept me here...

we're going to go together.

No, Simone.

I'm sorry, Michael.

Please, don't do that.

It's the only way it can be.

Please, Simone!

Don't!

I love you, Michael.

The building will destruct in 30 seconds.

This is not a drill. Please evacuate.

Michael!

Twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven...

Simone!

...twenty-six, twenty-five, twenty-four...

There's nothing you can do.

...twenty-three, twenty-two, twenty-one...

The others, Michael.

...twenty, nineteen, eighteen...

Evacuate now!

...seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen...

thirteen, twelve, eleven...

ten, nine, eight...

seven, six, five...

four, three, two, one...

When he thought she died three years ago, he just shut himself right off.

He didn't talk to anyone until...

you came along, sugar.

Let's hope it's not so bad this time.

Thanks, Walter.

Nikita.

I wanted to thank you.

I'm so sorry.

If it wasn't for the Section, none of us would have a life.

What right do I have to feel cheated?

You have a right to feel anyway you want.

You want to have a cup of coffee?

I'd love to.

Good.

Why can't you tell me what happens when the phone rings?

That's pretty.

I have to...

I've made some promises to keep some things...

certain things...

confidential.

So, do you always keep your promises?

I try to.

I like this song.

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