Nikita Season 1 Episode 9

Michael: Still doesn't mean I could work with you.
Nikita: Why not?
Michael: Because. I am still Division and you're still-
Nikita: Nikita.
Michael: Right.
Nikita: Look around Michael, we're in Uzbekistan. No Percy, no Division, no rules.
Michael: It's not that simple.
Nikita: Because you make it complicated.
Michael: That's not it.
Nikita: Then why won't you believe that I would--
Michael: Because I don't trust you!
Nikita: (shaken by Michael's words) Fine. You wanna know what I want? After we kill Kasim I want you to take a look at your loyalties. I mean a good look. You're not blind to what Division's become. Hits for hire, mop-up duty for thugs. Is that what you signed up for?
Michael: Percy has his reasons.
Nikita: Percy is out of control and you've ignored that in the hopes that through Division they'll be able to help you find Kasim. If we do this, you're free and clear.
Michael: To do what? Leave Division and join you?
Nikita: Baby steps.

Michael: I'm gonna ask you again, what are you doing here?
Nikita: I told you, I'm here to help. I know what Kasim took from you.
Michael: And what makes you think I need help?
Nikita: What makes...well, let's see, uh, you're flying solo in a hostile environment, trying to take out one of the world's most elusive terrorists with nothing to go on but the name of a shady Uzbek money launderer. At the very least, I think that might be a two-men op.
Michael: Am I at least one of the men?

Nikita: (Michael arrives at his hotel room in Uzbekistan. Perceiving someone behind him he turns around and draws his gun) Hello, Michael.
Michael: What the hell are you doing here?
Nikita: Thanks, my flight was lovely. How about yours?
Michael: If you think you can stop me-
Nikita: I'm pretty sure that taxi driver ripped me of.
Michael: You picked the wrong mission to mess with!
Nikita: Relax. I'm not here to stop you.

Percy: Michael, Uzbekistan's a touchy subject for the State Department. I would have to go to Oversight to get sign-off on an op. That takes time.
Michael: We don't have any time. In 48 hours, he's...
Percy: Officially, I cannot assign any mission into Uzbekistan.
Michael: Percy, you know what this means.
Percy: Moreover, given your personal interest in Kasim, I recommend an administrative leave. Forty-eight hours ought to cover it, don't ya think?
Michael: Thank you.
Percy: I know you're uncomfortable sometimes when I conduct business outside the lines, but...there's a reason for it. You understand that now, don't you?

(Alex "plays" the doctor to get access to his computer)
Alex: The pain is keeping me up.
Dr. Hanson: May be some inflammation, some discomfort's to be expected. I'll give you some codeine for the pain.
Alex: No, I-I can't have narcotics. Staying clean, you know?
Dr. Hanson: As long as you're not taking 'em recreationally, it should be fine.
Alex: Amanda says even the slightest taste and it'll bring me back to junkie town.
Dr. Hanson: Look, I could give you non-narcotic painkillers, but I'd have to dig them up. (Alex smiles innocently) Wait here.

(Michael strips Nikita of her weapons)
Nikita: Michael...I'm not going to hurt you.
Michael: Really? You know my shoulder's still sore from when you shot me.
Nikita: Then I saved your life.
Michael: And then I saved yours.
Nikita: Great. Codependent relationship.

(Percy discovers Michael is working with Nikita)
Percy: What is he thinking? Does he realize the world of pain he's about to bring down on himself?
Amanda: He's cut off, alone. He's being resourceful.
Percy: Nikita's not a resource. She's a target.

(inspecting an H-S Precision sniper rifle)
Nikita: I still have to be within 600 meters.
Michael: You? And what makes you think you're getting this bad boy?
Nikita: I'm the better shot.
Michael: Ah, oh. I knew you'd gone rogue, I didn't know you'd gone delusional.
Nikita: (scoffs) I'm-I'm sorry, I remember somebody who...set the distance shoot record of Division in her first year of eligibility. Who was that?
Michael: No respect for the man whose mark you broke, huh?
Nikita: Sucks to be you.

Kasim: Your family was never the target--
Michael: Do not talk about my family.
Kasim: You were supposed to take the briefcase to the base.
Michael: I trusted you and you betrayed me.
Kasim: That's where the bomb should have detonated. Elizabeth and your daughter-
Michael: DO NOT SAY HER NAME!
Kasim: Collateral damage. That's all they were.

Michael: How many rounds do you have left?
Nikita: Michael...you've seen the airport. There is no cover. It's crawling with armed soldiers and there are civilians everywhere. If we go in hot, we'll be dead before you know it.
Michael: We've handled worse.
Nikita: Not without support, and you're injured.
Michael: I'm not lettin' him go. Not when he's this close.
Nikita: He's gone...for now. I swear I will help you find him again. We will get him...I think I should drive.
Michael: Fine.
(Michael pulls over, then drives off when Nikita gets out of the car)
Nikita: MICHAEL! (on radio) Don't do this. It's suicide.
Michael: That's why I have to do it alone.

(Nikita again tries to reason with Michael over the earbud com link)
Michael: Who woulda thought you would've been the voice of reason?
Nikita: Revenge is not the answer.
Michael: Excuse me, is the Nikita talking?
Nikita: That's different! I'm not throwing my life away.
Michael: That's your choice. This is mine. I hope you find what you're looking for.
Nikita: Shut up. You don't get to say your goodbyes.
Michael: Good bye, Nikita.
Nikita: Michael, Michael. Listen, listen to me, Michael. You think you don't have anything to live for? You do. You have me. Michael...?

(flashback, 2001, Michael is overwhelmed with grief and about to take his life with morphine)
Percy: Every man has a choice. His life and his character are determined by the choices he makes. You have options.
Michael: Do I know you?
Percy: No, but I know you--young, smart, ambitious. Which is why I'd like you to come work for me.
Michael: No, thanks.
Percy: Really? You don't wanna get Kasim?
Michael: Do you know where he is?
Percy: We can find him.
Michael: What are you, the C.I.A.?
Percy: Nah, nothing that obvious. We don't have to deal with the red tape the other agencies are burdened with, nor do we have their restrictions. Get even. Get justice--for yourself and your country. Come work for me at Division.