Agent: The weapon __(1)__ inside the heart of the CIA. Three agents shot dead within our home. Now, people are gonna be looking to me for answers, and I will have them.
Nikita: No, you won't.
Ryan: Sir, if I can just –
Agent: Shut up and stand there!
Nikita: By the end of today, you'll have no choice but to put me in a burn bag and __(2)__ me over the Potomac. Like any other dirty secret, you can't afford to have on record.
Ryan: Sir, you are looking at this all wrong. She averted the attack.
Agent: If you want to help your friend here, you get her to talk.
Ryan: I have a better idea. We let her go. Just listen, Division is real, they are dangerous and they are __(3)__, but by who?
Agent: Not this agency.
Ryan: Exactly. If we're gonna find out, we have to do it carefully. And Nikita can help us. I can stay in contact with her, and we'll deliver the intel __(4)__ to you.
Agent: Get him out of here.
Ryan: I'm sorry.
Nikita: It was worth a try, right? Maybe you can use this to launch a quiet __(5)__.
Ryan: It's gonna be hard to do from Leavenworth or the supermax prison in Colorado. Depends on where I end up.