Nikita

Previously on "Nikita"...

The people I used to work for, they're called Division,

a black ops program that has now gone rogue.

And the man that trained me, someone I trusted,

was hunting me.

I was coming here to double-cross you.

Well... you didn't.

You're the strongest person I've ever met.

This is too dangerous.

You're supposed to be working on the assignment.

I got a new one. Burying you.

I had a dream.

I saw a future for myself with Nathan.

I have a chance to get out before it's too late,

and I have to take it.

Wait...

So you decided... To infiltrate...

Yes. But we had a plan.

Yeah, you and this Nikita person.

A plan to get back at the people who killed your parents?

Yes. Nathan, please... just let me say what I have to say.

- Hear me out. - This is crazy.

- Hey, you promised. - I know.

But I thought you were gonna say

you were in trouble with the mob or something,

you know, you owed money. Government assassins?

They're government-funded, but they've broken away.

- They're out of control. - I can't do this.

- I shouldn't hear this. - No. You have to!

You're the reason everything's changed.

What?

You're the reason I wanna get out!

I'm getting out, Nathan.

Nikita has an escape plan to get me free and clear,

and I have someone on the inside, Michael,

who's gonna help fake my death.

Why are you telling me all this?

Because I want you to come with me.

And you can't decide to do that or not

unless you know the truth.

All of it.

Nikita has a plan for you too.

I'd go first,

and then we'd meet up somewhere in a month or so.

- Where? - Wherever you want.

Greece, Brazil.

You said you like the music there.

Michael... your boss that stopped by for dinner?

He... he wasn't on our side then.

He is now.

Well...

That we didn't know...

Did we?

No.

Alex, hey.

Hey, you all right?

No.

What is it?

Come on. You've been tense the last couple of days.

I can't help you if you won't talk about it.

I haven't been honest with you.

And I think it's eating me up inside.

That's gonna end... right now.

Are you ready?

From the second you open your eyes,

nothing but surprises.

That's what I love about you, Alex.

Alexandra.

It's Alexandra.

- Hello? - Alex, you need to come in.

Immediately.

We're pressed for time,

so you'll go straight from the briefing

to tactical review.

After that, Birkhoff will meet you in logistics

to go over your infiltration kit.

Michael... I thought I was getting out.

Nikita said she told you.

I realize we're on the same team,

but that doesn't mean we speak about it in here... ever.

I'm sorry. But why are you putting me on a mission?

Is it something we're trying to stop?

No. This mission is on the level.

And you're gonna run point.

- What? - You're being assigned

a provisional agent.

I realize the two of you have had your differences,

but trust me when I tell you

there is no one else for this job.

Kalume Ungara.

Profiled in last month's Vanity Fair...

"The children of power."

Kalume's father is the president of Liberia,

so... life is good.

Kalume lives like a prince, parties like a rock star.

If that's all that he did, we wouldn't care.

But Kal, as his Harvard classmates like to call him,

is also something of an entrepreneur.

So he uses conflict diamonds

to fund his illegal weapons operation.

According to our intel, he is at the moment

arranging the sale of a new nerve toxin

which is extremely lethal and compact.

He designs his weapons himself

in a private laboratory underneath his home in Geneva.

You two are going to blow it up.

- How? - There's an economic summit

in Geneva tomorrow night at the Eagleson Center.

Kalume will be attending with his father's delegation,

and afterwards he'll be throwing

one of his legendary parties at his home on the lake.

Let me guess. We're invited.

Actually, you were chosen.

Kal has a... weakness for fashion models.

Last week he met with a Division agent

who was posing as a broker.

Looked through some photos and... he chose the both of you.

Sale goes down in 23 hours.

Let's go do what Division does best...

Strike first, strike fast, leave no trace.

Alex.

This is a big deal.

We're counting on you.

How could you do this?

You knew we were planning her escape,

and now you're sending her on an overseas mission?

I'm not sending her anywhere.

By the time Percy looped me in,

she and Jaden had already been picked.

You could have fought it.

On what grounds?

You want Percy to start asking questions?

It'd put her in more danger.

We do it tonight then.

- What? - Fake your death.

Car accident, like we said.

Your ID packet's all ready to go.

We'll stage it on the way to the airport.

Out of the question.

We have a very tight window on this mission,

and losing Alex would jeopardize that.

This mission?

A Division mission.

- It's a good mission. - Good for who?

Percy?

For our country.

This nerve toxin can be used in a terrorist attack.

Or...to line Percy's pockets?

He won't get his hands on it.

I've designed the explosion

to completely incinerate the toxin.

What if it killed me too?

We're supposed to blow up the lab, right?

What if we faked my death on the mission?

That's too risky.

Nikita, that is too risky.

So that's how you want to do this.

In the middle of an operation with Division monitoring?

Kinda makes it sweeter.

Not the point.

Listen, if she blows up on foreign soil,

it's not like Percy can send a bunch of cleaners

to sift through the rubble.

She'd die a hero too.

All we're talking about

is altering the exfil.

Could work.

As long as the original mission gets finished.

So we can do it.

Yeah.

Yes.

As long as we don't step on Division's toes.

Right?

Jaden, now, based on recent performance,

you remain on provisional status.

Alex is the lead agent.

Are we clear?

- Clear. - And, Alex,

I trust you'll remember the lessons we've shared here.

I will always treasure them.

I thought so.

Alex, you need to understand something...

Look, don't even. I'm not gonna fight you on this.

Good. 'Cause I'm not fighting you.

There's two things waiting for me

on the other side of this mission... a promotion

or a coffin.

And I'm claustrophobic.

Trust me.

No one wants this mission to succeed more than I do.

Then there won't be any surprises.

Not from you and not from me.

We'll watch out for each other.

No surprises.

This is your comm unit.

Use that device.

It'll override Division's channel,

and Birkhoff will never hear a thing.

You, me, and Alex will have a separate frequency

during this operation.