"Maggie, my love." "My sweet, precious, love of my life." "You can't tell me you ain't bored with that big old husband of yours yet." "And supposing I was?" "How do you suppose you'd profit by that?" "All right, all right." "But you can't hide the light that shines in your eyes every time I walk by." "That light's there, Big Jim... just so as you can make your way to the door without tripping over anything." "Oh, dear." "Momma, that..." "Yeah, I know, I know." "I wrote it all down." "You know, Maggie Simpson, it ain't in my nature to rob anyone blind." "Nope." "Just a little nearsighted." "The Hollow's favorite songbird, Miss Patsy Cline." "This is Bobby Hayes, and given that it's coming up to the 7:00 hour..." "I suppose the egg salad at Maggie's is just about turning ripe." "Big Jim 's hands are finding some other ripe object to get a hold of." "As for the weather..." "Whoa!" "Well, now that was interesting." "I guess that damn power company..." "Dear, sweet Lord." "Mr. Corman, what's going on?" "It's gone, sir." "No tracer pulse." "No IR." "Nothing on the RF emitters." "We lost it." "Yes." "Yes, I understand." "Yes, I do." "I know what it means." "Thank you very much." "That was Center." "Mr. Jones." "They're considering me to take over George's position at Oversight." " And George?" " He didn't say." "When do they expect to make a formal decision?" "Soon." "I'm sure they're waiting to see how I handle this downed satellite situation." "He did reiterate the importance of handling this... quickly and efficiently." " Then you'll send in Michael and Nikita." " Yes." "If all goes as I expect it will..." "Congratulations will be in order." "This is ComSat Alpha." "It is Center's most sophisticated satellite... and it also serves as a link for six other orbiting birds." "Every byte of data that is uplinked... or downlinked passes through Alpha." "Yesterday, it dropped from its orbit and we lost communication." " Mr. Corman." " Orbital decay began about a month ago." "And all attempts to re-establish were unsuccessful." "Now, I've extrapolated a curve based on Alpha's trajectory... just before we lost contact." "Given a plus or minus factor of about 80 kilometers... we suspect that the satellite impacted in the United States... in a town just north of Chattanooga, Tennessee called Dingman's Hollow." "Center is highly exposed on this mission." "The amount of confidential data and classified information contained... in Alpha's central processing unit is critical." "Michael and Nikita will go in alone... under US clearance... performing a Universal Geological Survey." "This is a small town with a small population." "We cannot risk exposure." "The details will be on your panel." "Mr. Corman will be handling Tactical." "Look, I realize this is new for you both." "I just want you to know I can handle the job." "I'm sure you'll do just fine." "We'll need our panels in 20 minutes." "Right." "Howdy." "Hi." "We got fried chicken and taters... fried chicken and biscuits, fried chicken and bread." "If you're watching your weight... and you don't seem to have a problem in that department... we got fried chicken and nothing else." "We're from the Universal Geological Survey." "We'll be spending a few days here." "Could you recommend a place to stay?" "You guys come to check out our rocks?" "Might want to start inside of Big Jim's head." "Never can figure out what's making that rattling sound in there." "We're going to be studying some land formations." "You know, erosion patterns, weather cycles." "Tell you what, if I was traveling with you... it sure wouldn't be rocks I'd be looking at." "Ignore him." "All the cholesterol goes right to the brain." "Ain't much here in town." "Momma's, if you gotta." "That ain't much, but it's clean and comfortable." "About a half a block from here." "Thank you." "Come on back tomorrow." "I think we're having fried chicken." "Are you sure nobody called?" "I've checked the phone logs for the last three days." "No one named Seymour has called." " What about voice mail?" " We checked everything, sir." "Check it again." " Hey, sugar buns." " Hey." "Is everything okay?" "Yeah, everything's fine." "I got some things on my mind." "I would say." "You were supposed to meet me at Le Cirque over an hour ago." "Damn." "I'm sorry." "I lost track of the time." " As long as you don't lose track of me." " No." "Anything wrong?" "I'm a little worried about a friend." "That's all." "Anyone I know?" "No, it's a business thing." "But I was expecting to hear from him over a week ago..." " and not a word." " Did you try calling him?" ""Did I try calling him?" It's a little more complicated than that." "I'm just hoping nothing's happened to him." "Well, you know what?" "I always go by what my dad used to say:" ""No news is good news."" "I'm sure if anything bad happened, you'd have heard, right?" "You're right." "You're right, again." " Let's go eat." " Okay." "Well, they're both pretty much the same size." "One's a little bit more feminine, if that matters to you." "That one right there." " Oh, thanks." "It's fine." "Thank you." " Oh, good." "Now, I make coffee in the morning." "But all your meals, you'll have to take over at Maggie's." "There's a phone in the living room." "Collect and credit card only, please." "There's plenty of towels." "So you all just make yourselves at home." " Thank you." " Good." "Just what was it you said you were studying here?" " Rocks." " Ah, rocks." "Good." " Well, good night." " Good night." "It's beautiful here." "You're beautiful." "I used to dream that there were places like this." "Somewhere safe, warm." "Do you ever think about anything like that?" "Yes." "You never talk about it." "Inside." "Nobody can change it." "It will always be what I need it to be." "Is it anything like this?" "A little, maybe." "You're there." "I'm picking up a thermo-footprint about... two klicks south, southeast of your position." "I see it." "Field over there." "There's a road up ahead." "Affirmative." "I can confirm a geographical anomaly." "We're on our way." "Well, something definitely did land here." "It's a crater about six meters in diameter." " Looks fresh." " Just a crater?" " No sign of the satellite?" " Not yet." "But from all appearances, I'd say we found the point of impact." "What is it?" "If the satellite did land here, it's been moved." "There's a fresh cut of tire tracks." "A truck most likely." "Leading toward an old barn." "We found..." "Hey!" "You guys okay?" "Oh, look." "I'm real sorry about that." "Maybe next time you can wave a white flag or something... so as I know it's you." "You mean it's someone else you wanted to kill." "Well, no." "I wouldn't say kill, exactly, but... well, we do get our fair share of poachers around here." "Best to let them know you mean business." "Oh, yeah?" "What are they trying to poach?" "Now, you're sure you're okay?" "Look, I know you folks are gonna be all over the place for the next while." "It might be better if you gave us a little advanced warning next time... as to just where you'll be." "Okay." "We'll do that." "Oh, look... it's coming up on lunch time and I feel so bad about all this." "Why don't you let me buy you a meal?" " Well, we're not really..." " Actually, yes." "I'm starting to get hungry." "Good idea." "All righty, then." "Nikita." "It's a solar panel." "It's used to charge the batteries that maintain satellite orbit." "So that means someone had to load the satellite in this truck... and drive it across the field into this barn." "Couldn't sleep?" "No." "I couldn't." "It's herbal." "Chamomile." "It'll help you get to sleep." "Yeah?" "Thank you." " Very much." " That'll put you right out." "It worked on all my children and it always works for me." "I'll just let it cool off some." "Well, not too long, now." "You don't want it to get cold." "No." "Thank you." " Well, good night." " Good night." "To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?" "Plane tickets?" "To Aruba?" " Who are you going with?" " Very funny." "First class, roundtrip." "Four days on the beach and in the sun." "And you get to apply the sunscreen." " Darling, I..." " No." "No excuses." "You've been working way too hard." "Now that the merger's completed..." "Trust me, it'll be good for you." "You'll like it." "Have I told you how much I love you?" "Talk is cheap." "We leave Friday." "Is it Friday yet?" "So you didn't see anybody?" "It was like they all just picked up... right in the middle of whatever they were doing and just left." "Did you get anything from Corman?" "Too much of this will keep you up at night." " Breakfast's on its way." " Thanks." "See the postman over there?" "Watch how he's eating." " He didn't change hands." " What?" "After he cut his food, he kept the fork in his left hand." "Usually Americans put their knives down and switch the fork to the right hand." "Maybe he wasn't born here." "Great chow, Mags." "Better shove, though." " Catch you later." " Later, Harry." "So the owner of Momma's Bed  Breakfast is Selma Hertz." "Big Jim, I guess, is Jim Huntington." "751 Oak Street." "And then there's Leonard Paul Treacle." "16 Palmer Road." " Are you sure?" " Yeah." "What's wrong?" "Leonard Paul Treacle, Jim Huntington, Selma." "Nikita... all these people, every name you've given me, they're all dead." "It's the same as last night." "The church." "Baseball has been referred to as America 's pastime." "And not without good reason." "Major league baseball, which begins in the late spring... and continues until the renowned World Series in October... consists of 20 teams divided into two leagues... the American League and the National League." "America 's love for baseball begins at an early age... when young boys are encouraged to join their local Little Leagues... consisting of more than 7,000 teams." "And remember, while familiarizing yourselves with the local customs... spending a day at the game isn't just about the sport." "It's a day out at the..." "And enjoy the sunshine." "In our next training, we will..." "All right." " Can I get a ride there, Jake?" " Yeah, you bet." " Good night." " Good night." "I already told you... my name is Leonard Treacle." "I'm the pastor of the First Church of Our Lord." "What is that?" "Have you seen that before, Michael?" "The insignia is related to a terrorist organization called Chorni Shtorm." " Black Storm." " Rooted in Chechnya." "They're on our hot list, right below Red Cell." "What's going on out there?" "Have you located the satellite yet?" "Not yet." "But it seems that we've stumbled across a Black Storm sleeper base." " Sleeper base?" " Yeah." "It's where they train their agents to look, act, think, breathe just like the locals." "It gives them a base of operations right in the heart of the United States." "From there, they can dispatch sleepers to any part of the country..." " whenever they need to." " That's quite a coincidence... that an Oversight satellite would crash right in the middle of a terrorist base." "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing." "You're very good, Corman." "What information can you give me... regarding the satellite's orbital decay trajectory... any codes that were issued before it crashed?" "Coming right up." " I'm getting a lockout, Nikita." " Who issued it?" "It's coded." " Could Birkoff have done this?" " There's no reason why he would." "Give me a few hours." "I can crack this." "Hey, good luck out there." "Thanks." "He's Black Storm." "Did he tell you anything?" "They have the satellite." "The mailman's their courier to the outside." "He's bringing in an unlock device." "You don't want to keep any high-tech equipment... in your humble little burg, is that it?" "So, where is the satellite?" "I told you everything that I'm going to." "That's truly a shame." "It doesn't matter." "You two will be dead long before me." "I don't know." "They said it was a heart attack." "Found him just sitting there, right in the pew." "Poor Len." "Probably didn't even know what hit him." "Gives you pause, huh?" "Here you go, Maggie." "Excuse me." " Do you know if there's a library in town?" " Sure." "You hang a left on Elm Street." "It's a stone's throw from there, on the corner." "You can't miss it." "Come on." "Yes." "We have a problem." "Everything I could find suggests that the satellite was crashed on purpose." "Do you know by whom?" "I was working on that when you called me." "But everything I could see leads back to Oversight or Center." "Can you think of a reason why Oversight would intentionally crash a satellite... containing valuable data... right into the heart of a terrorist base?" "I don't know." "Not unless..." "Go on." "Well, if the data were useless... providing the enemy with useless intel would distract them for years." " You're very astute." " Thank you." "But Michael and Nikita... were sent in to make it look convincing." "To make every effort to retrieve the data." "But Michael won't fail." "He's the best." "You put the pieces together quite well." "And if Michael dies trying, it'll make it all the more convincing." "You're very good, Mr. Corman." "Take him to Containment." "Why?" "Why?" "No." "You'll proceed to Dingman's Hollow." "Michael's mission is to make every effort to retrieve the satellite data... before the enemy can get their hands on it." "It's up to you to make sure that he fails." "Everything okay, Jay?" "You seem tired." "I don't know if it's all the work catching up to me." "Too much wine." "I can barely keep my eyes open." "That's okay." "We've got four whole days to feel a lot better." "I love you." "Inside this shed." "I have to remove the data drive." "Nice and slow, now." "And forget about your gun." "You can take it out, you can show it to me... you try and use it... you'll be mashed potatoes and gravy before you pull the trigger." "Section issue." "Give me the toy." "Good." "Tiny." "Something's wrong." "He done something to it." "Some kind of lock code." "You got a little less than five seconds to give us that unlock code... before I repaint this shed in white girl." "Twelve Z. Tilde." "Ten, thirty-five." "Sir, we are in position." "The courier's using the cover of a US postal worker." "As soon as they get what they want, they'll send it out with him." "I want confirmation when that happens." "Yes, sir." "Got it." "We were always told you were trained to go down for the mission." "We haven't finished the mission." "He's got big ones." "I'll give him that." " She's all yours." " All right." "See you guys tomorrow." "So, what are we gonna do with this Geo-team over here?" "Tiny, get your truck." "Sir, the mail truck just cleared the outer marker." "Michael and Nikita?" "We're moving to position two." "Congratulations." "Yes." "I'm pleased to report that the mission status went exactly as planned." "Well, thank you." "I'll expect to hear from you then." "Davenport?" "I have orders that the mailman is not to be apprehended." "I don't understand, Davenport." "The database was dummy." "I'm not authorized to discuss that." "They wanted us to sell bad intel to Black Storm?" "We were sent to make it look important." " They want it out." " The courier's gone." "They believe they have what they want." "I have to take you in." " There's just one problem." " What's that?" "We didn't fail." "The unlock code I gave them contains a self-destruct." "Sir, Mr. Jones calling for you." "You two take care of yourselves, now." "You come back, you're always welcome at Momma's." "Come back soon, you hear?" "Sir, they're clear." "We've secured the town." "There's an on-site briefing at 1800 hours." "Yes, sir." "We'll be ready." "So we've replaced all these people with our own?" "Yes." "They had a field-router trace on the mailman." "We hit Black Storm's central base 12 hours ago." "So Dingman's Hollow is..." "Section Six." "Naomi?" "Sugar buns?" "You guys were great out there." "I'm not sure everyone is as happy about that as I am." "Man, I'm so tired." "Dear Mother of God." "Damn phone's dead." "Anybody know how to get room service in this place?" "English"