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Welcome to the former New York branch of zigzag...

...yet another dot-com startup gone bye-bye.

Place was a steal considering the square footage up in this piece.

Office space, Birkhoff, really?

Yeah. Nikita Incorporated, baby. Live and work all in the same space.

Just like the Enterprise.

You were looking for a beach house.

Yeah, I'm still working on that.

Looks secure at least.

- Should be okay until I get back. - Where are you going?

London. - London? What are you doing in London?

I'm going to visit my son.

- Is that okay with you? - Your what?

I didn't know you had a...

Wait a minute, are you talking about Cassandra's boy?

As in, only child of the ex-Belarussian first lady?

His name is Max.

Birkhoff, seriously, stay out of it.

You're not thinking of bringing the kid. I'm not set up.

I asked you nicely.

No, listen, we're all in this together, we shouldn't keep secrets.

Max is mine.

Cassandra told Nikita before we left Belarus. I'm not bringing him back here.

And I just want to see him.

I don't really have a plan after that.

So are you coming back?

Yes. My guess is it'll be a short trip.

Wow.

No wonder you guys are in such a bad mood.

Rise and shine. It's almost 8.

- Briefing's starting - Briefing?

We should get somebody to swing by, pick up new clothes.

In the meantime...

Where are we going?

To see the boss.

Good morning, recruit.

Why did you let him out?

I didn't. You did.

Well, technically I blackmailed her.

Wait. Where are you going?

Home.

Which home? Your apartment? Oh, I wouldn't recommend it.

Did you forget there's a Gogol hit squad...

...currently scouring the city for Alexandra Udinov?

Or were you referring to the family home?

Which lies amidst the ashes of your parents. A crime you still fail to avenge.

I'm trying to!

Really? How?

By hiding under the covers while Amanda protects you from the big bad?

Sergei Semak is out there, living like a king, running your father's empire...

...laughing at you.

You let me out of here, now!

But I thought you said you wanted to go home?

We need to talk.

Nikita. She told you.

All I'm asking for is five minutes.

For what?

I just... I just want to look at him.

You owe me that much.

Five minutes.

And you don't tell him why you're here.

As far as Max knows...

His father was buried two weeks ago. I know.

Senator Madeline Pierce has been head of the subcommittee...

...for state and foreign operations for 12 years.

No wonder Division's been able to move so freely on international soil.

We need to profile one of her staff.

Preferably someone low on the totem pole.

What?

Nothing, just, you know...

...you told me to scan London cams, erase images of Michael.

You wanna come check my progress?

- You know what you're doing. - So you're not curious?

- No. - So if I were to tell you...

...that he and Cassandra are on a walk right now, you wouldn't want to see?

You are supposed to be scrubbing, not spying.

It must've been a shock to find out about Max.

I guess I should explain myself.

I left you in a false marriage you had to pretend was real.

You did what you had to do.

- What the hell? - Listen, take it easy, it's just a walk.

- She can't kick ass like you... - Shut up. Zoom in on that guy.

Looks like he's shadowing them.

I knew if I stayed in Belarus...

...I'd never be able to get out from under Ovechkin's reputation.

His oppressive politics, all of it.

That's why I came here.

I wanted a fresh start.

Do you know anyone in the city?

When I headed up to your place, I saw someone leaving.

Oh. Oh, you mean Nigel.

He's a friend. I've known him since Oxford.

Hey. Is everything okay?

You've got a tail. Seven o'clock. Pea coat.

How are you...? - London street cams. He's moving in.

Hey, come here.

Get away from here. Now.

- Oh, my God. - I think those guys were after me.

No.

They were after me.

It's all right.

Get me on a charter to Heathrow. Whatever gets there fastest.

- You're going to London? - Michael's in trouble.

No kidding.

He's asleep. Finally.

Good. Keep away from the windows.

You don't have to do this.

- Cassandra, they tried to kill you. - I'll get a security detail.

You have one.

You can't protect me.

There are too many of them.

Who are they?

Ex-soldiers.

They work for a man named Tupelov.

General Tupelov. He was a member of my husband's cabinet.

When he died, Tupelov lost all his power.

He believes I had something to do with my husband's death.

Ovechkin's bodyguard was responsible.

Tupelov never accepted that.

He made some threatening phone calls.

- I never thought it would come to this. - Why not get some rest?

Please, the building is secure, I've turned on the alarm...

Then we shouldn't be disturbed.

So you'll just stay up.

- Mm. - All night?

You never needed much sleep.

I was always jealous of that.

Then take advantage.

I'll see you in the morning.

You wanted to see me?

- I don't have to be here. - Actually, you do.

If I told Amanda you warned Nikita about dear old Dad...

...you might just lose your head.

Speaking of Nikita, now that you two are palling around again...

...you got any bright ideas on how you might be able to get the black box back?

Does put you in a bit of a pickle, doesn't it?

If you don't get Amanda the box...

...she won't get you the resources you need to eliminate Semak.

- What do you want'? - I want you to think...

...about what you really need in order to take out Semak.

Reinforcements? Weapons?

Nothing you couldn't buy on your own.

If I had the money, which I don't.

But what if you did?

See, I just happen to have this offshore account...

...with some funds that need shuffling.

You make a transfer for me, I'll give you a hundred thousand bucks.

That should be enough to get your mission off the ground, don't you think?

Why do you need a transfer? You can't buy anything.

Amanda's been trying to get that money...

...ever since she betrayed me. And I'm not about to let her get it.

I could take everything, wipe you out.

You could, but the account we're talking about is hardly everything.

You'd be closing the door on any further opportunity.

And you'd be pissing me off.

We're close to sealing this deal, I can tell.

Let me put a bull's-eye on the target for you.

Sergei Semak...

...after burning your family's home to the ground...

...has rebuilt it to its former glory.

He's living in your old house, Alex.

Take a look at the satellite pictures and see for yourself.

How much longer are you going to let him get away with that?

Here you go.

Why is your friend here at 8 in the morning?

Nigel's been taking Max to school the last few days.

- School? Is that safe? - Michael, please.

Half of the students are children of foreign dignitaries.

The campus has armed security.

I will go with them, all right?

Nigel will walk me straight back here once we drop off Max.

- Hi. - Hey.

Sorry, I didn't know you had company.

This is Michael. He's an old family friend visiting from out of town.

Cassandra's told me a lot. She says you two go way back.

Funny, she never mentioned you at all.

Are you here for business or pleasure?

- Business. I'm an art dealer. - Ah.

Must be why she keeps you around.

Has she driven you mad searching for that Jules Breton of hers?

We better get going.

- I look forward to seeing you again. - Likewise.

- I'm sorry about this. - It's not your fault.

No, I just keep thinking about what you said, about bringing danger with me.

You didn't bring this. These clowns aren't Division, okay?

Okay. What'd Birkhoff dig up on Tupelov?

Your basic thug promoted to general, busted back down to thug.

Thanks to Cassandra. Or so he believes.

- He in London? - Not even hiding it.

He's up in Tottenham. A joint called the Tovarish Café.

Oh, and Birkhoff says he's got backup.

So do I.

We're here to see General Tupelov.

I'm intrigued, what could two Americans possibly want...

...in a hole in the wall that serves potato babkas?

We just came here to give you a message.

Leave Cassandra Ovechkin alone.

I don't know who sent you, but Mrs. Ovechkin and I...

...have unfinished business. Trust me, you don't want to get involved.

I'm already involved.

Easy.

I was hoping you'd do that.

Michael. He got it. He got it.

Stay away from her!

You have to take this seriously. Gaines named you before he died...

...in front of Nikita.

Sean, I have my own security.

And I don't think Nikita would risk a direct attack...

...on a United States senator.

You have no idea what she's capable of.

And you do? What have you learned about her?

Her weak points. Specifically, the people she cares about.

- Michael? - Alex.

Her former mole?

There's still a bond between them. Trust me.

And unlike Michael, I know exactly where Alex is.

So you plan to use her as bait.

If there is still a bond there, she won't cooperate.

Unless she formed a different bond.

What does that mean?

Oh, Sean. Seduction?

- Mother... - It's risky, that's all.

Unless she's already taken a liking to you.

Just let me take care of it, okay?

The sooner I take down Nikita, the sooner you're safe.

And the sooner you can walk away from Division.

Amen.

- She gave you a key. - Yeah.

With everything going on, she wanted to give me the spare.

Eighteen missed phone calls? Someone was trying to reach her.

Hello?

I believe we met this morning. At the restaurant, yes?

You took a long time getting back to the apartment.

Your paramour has gotten herself into some trouble.

According to her, you're the only one to get her out of it.

Where is she?

First tell me where my $200 million is.

Two hundred million dollars? Ovechkin would leave her with that kind of money?

You should've picked a different heiress to ransom.

Too late to play games.

She confessed she gave you the money for safekeeping.

You have till 9 p.m. this evening to return it to me.

After that, everybody's luck runs out.

School says Max is fine, please confirm.

Just got a visual on St. John's Prep.

Place is a fortress.

And Max just scored a soccer goal.

Holler. He's safe.

Any leads on Cassandra?

Yeah, green jeep picked up her trail when she was on the way to school with Max...

...and some guy. Looked like a real douche boat.

It's Nigel. We should track him down.

- Maybe he saw something. - Nothing I'm not seeing already.

Should be pretty easy to pinpoint the jeep's location.

You better. Because at 9:00 tonight...

...Tupelov's gonna open his account and realize the 200 million's not there.

We need to find Cassandra before he does.

Or we find the money first.

Search this apartment, accounts, give him what he wants.

- Why are you sure she has the money? - She confessed to Tupelov.

So he would call me.

We're her best shot at getting her out of this alive.

But you don't trust her at all, do you?

She seems to have a history of hiding the truth.

I just don't want to go into a situation blind, that's all.

I got her. After Cassandra dropped off Max

...she stopped in some boho espresso joint.

She goes into the bathroom, never comes out.

A few minutes later, street vid shows a duffel bag...

going into that same green jeep.

- That's how they grabbed her. - Sat-scan shows the SUV in...

...Canvey Island. Middle of nowhere.

It upsets me that things had to escalate like this.

But when you took the money your husband left me, you forced my hand.

People know who I am, and they know you're after me.

You won't get away with killing me.

Unless I have the perfect alibi.

See, while I'm out having dinner...

...you will join the likes of Princess Diana and Princess Grace.

A grisly car wreck after one too many dirty martinis.

At least, that's what the coroner will say.

I'll call when the money's in.

Have you seen the boss?

She had some meeting off-site today.

Why? Plan on raiding her closet?

You'll need a computer that isn't linked to the Division server.

It's the only way to elude Amanda.

Are you familiar with the tech impound?

Sure.

When agents bring back enemy phones, computers to be vetted...

...that's where they're stored. But I don't have access.

Embrace your ingenuity.

It wouldn't be the first time you've lifted somebody's fingerprints.

Not a lot of foot traffic on sub-level eight...

...but it is patrolled, you'll have to be quick.

The funds you're transferring are at the Luxembourg Banque Rocher...

...account number 4398473.

PIN number 0996.

It's going to El Banco Islas, account 9129483.

Once that transaction's been confirmed...

you can transfer the hundred thousand into an account of your choosing.

You wanna tell me what the hell you're doing down here?

At least four on the perimeter.

Let's flank the shed. Overlapping arcs.

They took her.

Get Cassandra.

- I'll figure a way out of here - How?

Save Cassandra.

Oh, great. Uhn. Aah.

No.

Why didn't you listen?

Because you'd be dead.

- No! - Michael, stop.

Thanks for thinning out the ranks.

Six men was a bit much, even for me.

Ugh. Especially when your resistance to fentanyl isn't what it used to be.

- How did you...? - Fight like you?

I didn't.

Americans use Krav Maga.

We at MI6 practice straight jujitsu.

Wait, you're British Intelligence?

That entire time in Belarus...?

I had been embedded for two years when you began your op.

- So you were lying when... - When I met you, lying to me?

Yes.

You knew I was an agent?

I suspected as much.

Figured you could be a valuable source of intel.

Right now I just want to get Max.

Max is fine, we checked on him.

- Does MI6 know that Max is...? - No.

They think he's Ovechkin's. Keep it that way.

Tupelov doesn't know we took out his men.

He will when the money doesn't go through.

Our window is closing.

Then we have to neutralize him before his deadline.

I can't believe you would help Percy.

I'm not waiting around in here anymore.

No way it's as easy as it seems. There has to be a catch.

Maybe. But the price was right.

Cash is suddenly the answer to all your problems?

It won't help you get the black box from Nikita.

I needed the box to get Amanda's help. With money, I can get Semak on my own.

It always comes back to revenge with you.

You don't know what it's like...

...to have your family targeted because of who they are.

Losing them because of it.

I understand family loyalty. I know I'd go a long way for mine.

Someone's coming.

Mr. Pierce.

No need for alarm. Just checking on some evidence.

How'd you get in here?

Amanda gave me clearance.

Is there a problem?

No, no problem, sir.

Not bad.

- For a Boy Scout. - I got a merit badge in lying.

Don't you have a transfer to finish?

When MI6 found me, I'd been studying in London for years.

But I still looked and sounded like a nice girl from Kletsk.

They thought I'd be the perfect fit to get close to Valeri Ovechkin.

That's a big ask. Being the president's wife.

Nobody was expecting a marriage proposal...

...but with the access it gave me, Nigel was thrilled.

Nigel, your friend?

My handler.

I've reported to him since I first went to Belarus.

He should be on his way with Max right now.

When he gets here we can explain you're CIA.

Tell him you Yanks had an angle on Tupelov, that's what brought you here.

We're not CIA.

We're independent. Rogue.

If Six found out, they'd turn us in to the CIA, they'd try us as traitors.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't think you get to ask me that anymore.

Look, I'm gonna have Birkhoff trace Tupelov's cell.

To keep him in the dark, he can't know why he's not reaching his men.

I'm sorry, Michael.

No, no, I...

First time I met you, I told you hundreds of lies.

I can't judge you for doing the same thing.

One day it just hits you, doesn't it?

No one in your life knows your real name.

What your real job is or what your real dreams are.

It's why I decided to keep Max.

He's the only true thing in my life.

And I only have him because of you.

That's Nigel.

- Where's Max? - They're looking after him at school.

- Why didn't you bring him? - I didn't want him to see this.

Hands up. Nice and easy.

- Clear the premises. - Yes, sir.

What is this?

I wanna know why an American intelligence officer...

...is on British soil...

...seeking out my agent, five years after they met on his mission.

Clear.

Upstairs is clear.

- Please, he was trying to help. - He has no sovereignty here.

- I can explain. - I hope so.

Because he's not leaving this house until I know what's going on.

No proper identification, no contact name for your superiors in the States.

You have some explaining to do.

Why don't you start by telling me what you were doing with my agent?

She was in trouble. I helped her out.

Cassandra has the force of the SIS behind her.

Why seek out your protection from Tupelov?

She was trapped, he was demanding the money.

So you know about the 200 million?

Where do you think it went?

How the hell should I know?

Cassandra has confided in you quite a bit.

Over the years, she's confided in me as well.

I've been her handler since Belarus, and she tells me everything.

Except when it comes to you.

With you she gets a bit cagey.

Just curious.

Five years after you meet, you drop in on Cassandra out of the blue.

Surely it wasn't just to say hello.

Cassandra's not on mission right now...

...so I'm guessing it was over a personal matter.

Five years.

Max is 5 years old, isn't he?

Not sure who you read too much of, le Carré or Conan Doyle.

Either way you're looking for a mystery where there isn't one.

I will not let the two of you compromise this agency.

Tell me everything Cassandra told you...

...about her cover, Tupelov, the money. All of it.

And it's Sir Conan Doyle.

Did you think you could take them out without alerting Nigel?

Have to start somewhere.

If the people we work for know Michael's here, they'll come.

They could come for Max too. You have to get him released.

If Nigel knew I was out here, it'd be bad enough.

I disobey direct orders and Six will string me up.

There'd be no one to take care of Max.

But you're not under their command.

Nine-four-three-five, it's the code to my alarm system.

I unlatched the window in the basement.

What if they realize you helped me?

I trust you not to get caught.

What about your handler?

I'll take care of him.

Nigel.

You'll get your chance.

Everything is messed up right now...

...but I just got a tip from one of my contacts.

Tupelov is planning to flee in an hour.

- Slow down, we'll send a team. - There's no time.

I'm ending the threat on my family tonight.

- With or without your approval. - Wait.

I'm coming with you.

We'll get back to this in a few.

Keep an eye on her.

- I can't get Sherman on the radio. - Go check.

- Thanks. - Don't thank me, thank Cassandra.

She's the one who got Nigel out of here.

Something off about that guy. One minute he's suspicious of her...

...then he's helping her get Tupelov. He keeps asking about the money.

She would've reported back the 200 million.

After she learned about it in Belarus.

Including the account numbers and codes.

When Ovechkin died, he probably figured this was his chance to swipe the pot.

Cassandra has no idea.

- What now? - Call them again.

Hands. Now.

Almost 9.

You probably thought your money was coming any minute now.

You've won.

Let me go, and you'll never hear from me again.

Why wait?

What are you doing?

Just cleaning up.

I'll hold them off. Get inside.

You came here to apprehend Tupelov, but he shot you, bastard.

Come on then, love.

Give us a kiss.

Nikita.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Come here.

Wire order's in. Just waiting for confirmation.

Let's just hope it's quick.

- Why are you doing this? - Doing what?

Helping me. What's in it for you?

Let's just call it payback for that hit in the park.

You paid me back when you took out the shooter.

What are you doing down here anyway?

God, you are paranoid.

- Tell me. - I don't have to tell you anything.

You're the one down here breaking the rules.

So why don't you turn me in?

Because I don't care for the rules here, either.

Not good enough. What's your angle?

- Why do I have to have an angle? - Everyone has an angle.

Fine. Kiss me.

- What? - You want my angle?

There it is.

And since the normal rules of attraction don't apply to you...

...and you insist on some sort of trade, or price to be paid for my good deed...

...there it is.

A kiss.

The reason I came down here to the impound was I was looking for you.

I started at your room.

Transfer's complete.

Give me your hand.

You never said where.

- If you need anything... - I'll call.

But we're fine. Nobody's after us anymore.

Some of Tupelov's men might be out there.

- You might wanna alert Max's school. - Michael.

I've got a handle on it.

And if I don't, MI6 does.

That's right.

You're gonna stay with the agency?

If they let me.

I'll cooperate with the investigation on Nigel.

And then I'm hoping my assignments will take me out of the field.

Less liabilities.

What?

You don't see it yet.

See what?

Something's happening.

And I can't let it go and I can't push it away.

I've done that, and it's always ended badly.

If this is about Cassandra...

It's about Max.

Can I ask you a question, Michael?

They're safe now.

But are you willing to walk away and never look back?

What?

Are you willing to walk away and never see your child again?

- Or his mother? - No.

Because that's not my only choice.

It is.

You just can't see it.

I know you better than anyone.

I know your heart.

I know the way it works.

You focus all your energy on one point.

It's how you survived Division all those years.

Focusing on revenge for your family, you made yourself blind to the truth.

Until you showed it to me. Nikita, I love you.

I love you too.

But I'm not like you, Michael.

You lost something I never had.

You have a chance to get it back.

- Nikita, no... - Because of that, you have to take it.

Because if not, you are going to be left with "What if?"

That is the most dangerous question I know.

I didn't plan for this.

There's no plan for this.

Only a question that you need to resolve.

And you can't do it with me here.