Michael: Come with me.
Nikita: I can't.
Michael: (crosses to her, lifts her sunglasses and touches her face.) Is this what you want?
Nikita: I don't love you. I never did.
(They stare at each other and Michael never taking his eyes from her fact takes his knife and cuts himself by the corner of his eye... leaving a tear of blood. She is the first to look away. then he hands her the field router back, one last look and then he walks away.)
THE END
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