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Miss Udinov, welcome to Gemeinschaft Bank.

Thank you for seeing me on short notice.

You'll find we are very accommodating.

We understand our clients have demanding schedules.

I do have some questions about your bank's confidentiality.

Privacy is one of our highest priorities.

Each of our accounts is identified with a number.

Only a handful of bank officials...

...will ever know or have access to the account holder's information.

Now, how may I help you today?

I'm not sure if you've heard, but I've come into some money.

It's currently on deposit in Russia...

...but I'm not sure if I can trust their banking system.

- You hear stories. - Of course. Let me assure you...

And somebody tripped the alarm. You got four minutes.

Where's the manager?

If you'll excuse me, Miss Udinov.

I am the bank manager.

I'm at the computer.

Transmitter's hot.

Uplinking.

I'm in the system.

I don't understand what you want.

We're not that kind of bank.

Copying files now.

If the Swiss kept their client files online...

...like normal, less-secure banks, they wouldn't be getting robbed today.

Maybe we can do this robbing thing a little faster, huh?

I told you, we don't keep money here.

Slow your roll, girlie.

Didn't hear me complain about how long it took you to set up.

I'm hearing about it now.

Cops are close. Get out of there now.

- Get the file? - Just go.

Okay.

Come on, Birkhoff, come on.

Don't worry about them. Those idiots didn't get anything.

Got them. Take the system offline.

Wiping surveillance footage now.

Miss Udinov, are you all right?

Yes, yes, ah, I'm fine...

...but I just don't think I'm gonna be banking here after all.

It just doesn't seem safe.

If this whole "saving the world from evil masterminds" thing doesn't work out...

...we have a real future in armed robbery.

We can rob a bank with actual money next time?

Oh, you can be Robin Hood...

...I'll take the money and give it to the poor.

Okay, for the record, I'll never wear tights.

Ha, ha, then I'm not doing it.

- Fine, I'll wear tights. - Ha-ha-ha.

Let's meet Alex at the airport. We'll head there.

Found the account holder yet?

Yeah. Turns out the shady international dude...

...who manages Percy's money...

...has a shady international name.

Ian Damascus.

Yes?

Hello, Ian. It's Percy.

Percy? I thought you were...

Good Lord, it's been such a long time. How are you?

Unfortunately, I haven't had as much free time in the past year...

...as I would have liked.

My organization's been undergoing some restructuring.

It kept me completely tied up.

Very unfortunate.

I hope that things are settled now.

Well, let's just say...

...that the upheaval has inspired me to take a hard look at my security.

Starting with my finances.

You have some concerns? I assure you I take every precaution.

No, the flaw isn't in your system, it's on my end.

Few months ago, I was forced to share confidential information...

- ...with a former associate. - If it's been a few months...

A threat was made recently.

They're gonna try and get to me wherever they can.

My accounts are vulnerable to an attack.

An attack?

- But how? - I don't know how.

I just know who.

Are we sure he has Percy's money?

Well, he owns that Swiss account we had traced.

Same account number as the, uh, transfer Alex made for Percy.

You mean the one that helped Percy break out of Division.

That was yesterday.

Today we bankrupt Percy, put Division out of business.

Put an end to this war, once and for all.

Now, the next question is, how do we rob Damascus?

He's in a gated compound and he doesn't leave often.

He doesn't need to go out. We go in.

Pretend to be wealthy criminals, potential new clients.

- I've made the calls. - Do we need references?

Damascus only cares about one thing.

If you can meet his minimum, he'll sit down with you.

What's his minimum?

Twenty million dollars.

Twenty million? Just to sit down? This guy's nuts.

And where the hell are we gonna get our hands on that...?

Why are you looking at me?

No.

No.

No to the power of no.

Birkhoff, come on.

Haven't you always wanted to bankroll a revolution?

Twenty million dollars?

I'm hallucinating here. Who spiked my drink?

It's our best shot.

Well, let's move on to our second-best shot, then.

Armed helicopters, rappelling down skyscrapers...

...a small army of flesh-eating robots.

Whatever scenario doesn't involve risking my money.

- Look, we know it's a lot. - It is all.

I give you 20 million, we're searching the couch cushions to pay for ammo.

Don't think of it as giving. It's more like a loan.

No, no.

I'm sorry but the Bank of Birkhoff is closed.

Look, this isn't just dollars and cents, okay?

This is my safety net.

It's my escape hatch. It's my life's work.

Hell, it is my life. Do you not see that?

Yeah. You really love your money.

Yes.

A hell of a lot more than I'm liking any of you right now.

What about you, little Miss Oligarch?

Why can't you break off 20 mil?

- It's gonna take a few days. - Not the point.

Damascus is willing to meet us tomorrow.

If we postpone, he'll ask questions, get suspicious.

Is there any way we can fake the money?

A guy like Damascus would see that coming.

It's only two hours, okay? When Damascus dumps the money...

...we get into his system, we find Percy's account, we empty it.

I won't do it.

You'll get your money back.

And Percy's.

Unless...

...I go along on the mission.

You mean like in the van?

No, not like in the van.

Damascus is gonna be expecting a wealthy investor.

I will play that wealthy investor.

I already am the wealthy investor around here.

Birkhoff, the last time we went on a mission, you were broken.

You barely made it back.

I don't want you to get hurt again.

It's a chance I'm willing to take.

As long as I have eyes on my money, I'll know it's safe.

If you guys wanna dangle around my 20 million like it's bait...

...I'm gonna be the one holding the rod.

Morning.

I'll see you in a bit.

Ian Damascus. So good to meet you.

Morris Mitnick. Nice place you got here.

It's, uh, cozy. Real cute.

Well, I make do.

- Did you bring the funds, Mr. Mitnick? - Ah, call me Morris.

I hand you 20 mil, you become my new best friend.

Let's hope so.

- It's, uh, fine. - Heh.

And who might you be?

Girlfriend? Wife?

I'm the muscle.

This must be weird for you.

What? Being the Birkhoff on this mission?

Couple of months ago, you were ambushing press conferences...

...being interviewed on TV.

Sleeping in $10,000-a-night hotel suites.

Now you're sitting on a stakeout.

None of that stuff was real.

It was a big con job to try and save my mom.

Being here with you guys, I get to be myself again. It's nice.

You didn't wanna go with your mother? I hear Greece is equally nice.

I wanna be here in this fight with you guys, Michael.

And that's the only reason you stayed?

What is this, an interrogation?

You looking for some ulterior motive?

Couldn't help but notice that you and Sean seem to have gotten closer.

Oh, it is an interrogation.

Ah.

Bearer bonds. Lovely.

So how exactly is this gonna work?

You walk into a bank with just one of those, likely to raise a few eyebrows.

It's like wearing a big sign that says, "Hello, I'm a criminal."

Well, my associates deal...

...with specialized securities like this all the time.

And they don't report to the IRS or the authorities.

Good. I spent years stealing that money from the government.

Be a shame just to hand it right back to them.

How long to, uh, ahem, convert the funds?

Oh, five minutes or so.

I scan.

And your funds appear electronically in your new account.

Hmm. Scan away.

Heh.

I don't know why you're asking.

It's usually Nikita who's the one prying into my personal life.

She asked you to spy for her.

Well, come on, we are spies.

When you report back to Nikita, you can let her know...

...that there is nothing going on between me and Sean.

But?

I promise to leave it out of the report.

I look at what you guys have and...

I don't know.

I don't know if I'll ever be able to find that.

Not even sure it's worth it.

Hey.

It's worth it.

Nikita, there's a car pulling up front.

You've got company.

Morris.

As you can see, the funds are on accounts and ready for me to put them to work.

Great.

Now I have to hand these off...

...to my courier for disposal.

Then we're gonna have a drink and discuss your investment.

- Those bonds are worthless now, right? - Oh, yes.

But they still constitute a paper trail and I prefer to work without one.

I'll be right back.

It's fine.

Is this all of it, lan? Feels a little light. Especially this one.

There is only 20 million in this one.

But there's 50 million in that one.

I don't have to be a genius with numbers, though I am...

...to know that you're 30 million short.

Percy just didn't give me enough time.

Damascus made the transfer. You found Percy's account yet?

I can't get in. There's no signal coming from the house.

He wasn't online.

Now he is.

I'm in. But I can't find Birkhoff's money.

Or anyone else's.

What are you talking about?

There's no money in any of these accounts. It's empty.

Excuse me. Mr. Damascus requests you wait here.

Oh, did he?

Now, this is all I could scrape together.

And it's been a rough year, Veronica, you know that.

It's a bad economy.

So I've had to borrow from my other accounts.

You stole Percy's money.

Borrowed. I borrowed his money.

I haven't heard from Percy in almost a year.

Not a call, not a deposit.

So I figured he might be dead.

You figured wrong.

I changed my mind. I'm taking my business elsewhere.

Out of my way, Lurch.

Have a nice day.

- Birkhoff, Birkhoff, no. - He's got my money.

Division's on site.

Nikita, where are you?

Nikita, I'm out front.

Drop it!

Shoot him.

Shoot him.

Shoot him!

Shoot him.

Nikita?

Nikita.

She's hit.

There's nothing here.

Not even us. Division must have wiped it clean.

It was definitely Roan behind the wheel. I'm not sure who the woman was.

Damascus was giving the briefcase to his courier, so it must be her.

Well, maybe that's not all he gave her.

He withdrew 50 million from his other accounts.

Yeah, but why did Percy take out his money now?

Maybe because his underworld banker...

...was running a Ponzi scheme. Who knew?

Or he's worried that someone, like us, might get ahold of his funds.

If they're online, they're vulnerable.

He's shoring up his defenses.

And moving his money into the most secure vault he knows.

Division.

So Percy's stuffing his mattress with my money.

He's not stuffing anything.

Damascus wanted us to get bearer bonds...

...because they're small and they're portable.

But like you said, they're illegal in the United States.

To use the money, he has to convert it all into cash.

That's right. And that's good because we take cash.

Seventy million doesn't just fit into an easy-to-steal briefcase. Or three.

- We're talking about a truck. - If we find it, we hijack it.

If we can't steal it, then we destroy it.

Whoa, destroy?

We're not just talking about Percy's money...

...we're talking about my money.

I know but we have to focus on the bigger picture.

- What bigger picture? - Taking down Division.

You mean our recurring game of Whac-A-Mole?

Knock down Percy, up pops Amanda.

Take out Amanda, Percy's back on top. It's never gonna end.

- And we're broke. - We will think of something.

The way we figured out it was a good idea...

...to risk all my money on one mission?

Hey, things happen out in the field that we cannot anticipate.

Well, maybe you should have tried to anticipate a little harder.

Maybe I shouldn't have let you come with me.

Heh, let me? You let me come with you? What, are you my boss now?

Oh, I didn't realize you were in control around here.

Everybody's getting a little hot. We should take a step back.

Guys, we don't need to fight about money.

Let's focus. I have money. I can bankroll us for now.

What about later? When we finally reach...

...those mythical postwar days Nikita's always talking about, huh?

What am I supposed to do then? Go temp at an IT department?

It wasn't your money! You stole it!

You're so worried about your future, go steal more.

That sounds like a great idea.

You go do whatever you wanna do.

I'm gonna go recoup my losses my way.

Good luck, Alex. You're gonna need it.

Thirty million dollars short?

I know I told you to kill the guy...

...I just wish the death had been more prolonged and painful.

Veronica has the bonds. She'll be ready to move them tonight.

Alex and Michael both at the house?

I saw them when I was leaving.

Then Nikita's probably there.

I knew giving Alex account information was gonna come back to haunt me.

What do you wanna do?

Call Veronica and make an adjustment.

She said she was sorry...

...but it's like she was apologizing for breaking my coffee mug.

You lose my entire life savings, show a little bit of freaking remorse.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

Ah, it ain't over though. No, no, no, heh, this is just the beginning.

I have made millions of dollars before, all on my own, I can do it again.

And if she thinks she's coming near a single penny after this, she's on crack.

Uh, so it's okay if I take this chair.

The chair stays.

Hello, old friend.

Time to make a withdrawal.

Any luck finding Roan's car?

Nothing yet.

This would go a lot faster if we had help.

Look, Birkhoff needs time to cool off, and, honestly, so do I.

So, what happened at the house when you got shot?

I don't know. I got trapped and he grabbed a gun and then nothing.

He went all deer-in-the-headlights on me.

Yeah, I guess Birkhoff's not used to firing at people.

The only time he shot at someone was...

- Carla. - Yeah.

Damn it.

Got him! Ah, this time the troll was going over the bridge.

Yeah, that's her.

Running it through facial recognition now.

Veronica White.

- Currency dealer. - We got the who.

Now the when and the where.

This could've taken hours, but I checked toll-booth cameras first.

I narrowed the time frame...

...knowing Roan drives like a little old lady.

Why? Because I am awesome.

What? Birkhoff always gets to brag.

Unh! Bow down before ShadowWalker!

Oh, my gosh.

Rising from the ashes, about to become a millionaire for the second time.

Need you to stay where you are.

Do not move. Put them up where I can see them. Let's go!

- They're up. - Come on, hacker boy.

You're under arrest. Get up. Get up!

Veronica's company hired a truck. She's delivering a big shipment this afternoon.

- No, she's not. - That's what I'm talking about.

We know the money is going to Division.

We need to grab it before Percy sends reinforcements.

There's at least four roads we can take. We can't stake them all out.

We go after the truck leaving Veronica's building.

When we know which road they're taking...

We can get ahead of it.

Uh-oh.

What?

Suffolk County Police Department ran Birkhoff's prints through their system.

After they arrested him.

They took him into custody an hour ago at the request of the FBI.

- Where? - Holding him in Riverhead...

...until the FBI can retrieve him.

How did they catch him?

He accessed an old network he'd stolen money from before.

The FBI laid a trap for him years ago.

For some reason, he tripped it today.

Well, his mistake is our lucky break.

Send a team. I want to make sure he's in our custody before the FBI gets there.

Feds will be here in an hour. Unless they get stuck on the LIE...

...in which case we'll bring you some dinner.

Hey, so, what's the deal?

You don't look like a terrorist or anything.

- I'm not a terrorist. - Sorry.

Listen, I got no idea what's going on here.

I get a call from the FBI.

They tell me to drop everything and pick up some schmuck in a coffee shop.

They don't tell me your name or what you're wanted for.

You got a wallet with four different IDs that are not real...

...and your fingerprints don't match any file, anywhere.

Just call me curious.

Sorry, Deputy Curious...

...but I've been tortured by the best of them, never gave up anything.

So don't think your little good cop routine is gonna get you jack.

Because it isn't.

- Let's talk about this. - We got an alert, so did Division.

Birkhoff designed both systems.

Percy's gonna know where he is and he'll go and grab him.

We're closer to where Birkhoff is being held than Division. We have a moment.

- Let's talk, let's make a plan. - Okay. Okay.

When Birkhoff entered Division, they erased his old identity, right?

Standard protocol.

That means the cops have no idea who they have.

All they know is to hold him until the FBI gets there.

- We can use that. - Guys, I hate to be the one to ask...

...but what about Percy and Birkhoff's money?

This might be our only chance.

I don't know if we have time for that.

No, Alex is right. The truck's our last shot.

You two go and stop it.

You're going after Birkhoff?

I'm bringing him home.

The clock starts as soon as Veronica's truck leaves the building.

We have an hour to grab the cash. After that...

We'll be right in the middle of Division's backyard.

All right. Here we go.

What?

Three trucks? What, did Percy convert his millions into ones and fives?

- They're decoys. We can only follow one. - Which one?

I vote number three.

We have a one-in-three chance of this being the right truck.

You know, we could use satellite images and measure the distance...

...from the bumper to the ground. See which truck is carrying the heavier load.

Hey, I saw it in a movie once.

Do you know how to do any of those things you mentioned?

No, not really.

The one person who might know is a little bit busy right now.

Okay, buddy. Your ride's here.

Special Agent Foster, meet John Doe.

Hello, John. Nice to see you again.

You're all they sent? Guy on the phone made John Doe sound pretty dangerous.

The guy on the phone is deeply stupid.

Johnny Boy's not a threat to anyone.

Unless you let him near your computer, cell phone...

...programmable coffee maker, anything with a computer chip, really.

He's that good?

He once broke out of the CIA using a Blu-ray player.

Deputy Mannion, please see the desk sergeant.

You have visitors waiting.

- Um, excuse me a minute? - Yeah. Take your time.

I got a lot of paperwork to sign.

- What are you doing here? - Saving your ass so I can kick it later.

What about Percy's money?

You're more important than Percy's money. Get your stuff.

I have a feeling that visitor is here for you.

- FBI? Division? - Probably both.

Hands off the wheel! Hands up!

Don't do anything stupid. Open the back.

Lucky number three not so lucky.

I don't get it. Her credentials looked fine. Just like yours.

Sir, it seems someone beat us here.

FBI?

Nikita.

You've got a green light. Engage.

Don't worry about the mess.

Start crafting a cover story. We're gonna need it.

Sorry about this.

First you get shot, now you gotta wear that suit.

The bullet I can handle, the suit and the blouse we'll have to talk about later.

Hey! Stop! Hey!

Hey, guys! Hey, stop! I'm gonna call for backup.

Division. Definitely Division.

Drop the gun now.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Hey.

Come on, let's go.

I've got Birkhoff. Where are you?

Percy's running a shell game. He hired three trucks.

We stopped one, but it was empty.

He knows we're after his money.

Percy's gonna send in everything.

I want every available mobile unit scrambled for escort.

- Roll heavy. - ETA for rendezvous is six minutes.

Where were you when the trucks split up and how long ago?

Uh, Forty-First and Sixth. It was about 15 minutes ago.

If we look at the distance from the tailgate to the ground...

...and cross our fingers no one forgot to check their tire pressure...

- Yeah, I got one truck riding low. - See, I told you it was a thing.

I guess Birkhoff saw the same movie.

It just got off the parkway.

He's heading south on Old Mill Road.

You think we can we catch up to him?

A truck is not as fast as a car.

Even if you stop it, you won't be able to offload it...

- ...before Division gets there. - Damn it.

Percy's gonna get his money. And Division stays in business.

Not if you destroy it.

Did he just say...?

Nikki's right, there's no time to grab the cash. So we burn it.

Birkhoff, are you sure?

That's not just Percy's money, it's your money too.

I'm looking at the big picture.

In the big picture, Percy can't win.

Just do it before I change my mind.

Three minutes to ETA.

Truck's almost to your position.

You got two minutes before Division crashes the party.

Go!

Truck's stopped, driver's out. He's clear.

Wish I could see Percy's face right about now.

Escort team is one minute out.

Sir, may I ask what was in that truck?

Nothing that can't be regained.

I'd like to report an accident.

The most expensive single-vehicle accident in history.

Sounds great. See you back at the house.

You okay?

I got you shot.

Before, when I froze.

I keep going over it in my head, you know?

I had the gun in my hand.

I knew I had to shoot, I looked at him and all I kept seeing in my head was...

Carla.

The first time you kill someone...

...it stays with you for a long, long time.

I really wish you would've talked to me about it.

It seemed a little insensitive.

"Can I cry on your shoulder about the time...

...I killed that person you loved so much?"

I know.

But we gotta talk, otherwise people get shot...

...or arrested.

Okay?

Okay.

Compelling work.

We both know things are rarely what they appear to be.

There's always something going on beneath the surface.

Have we met?

I am a great admirer of your work.

And that of your associates.

I'm here because I think I'd be a valuable addition to the group.

Which group is that?

- The one without a name. - Ah.

Not sure I've heard of them.

There's another group, smaller, less powerful...

...here in the States.

Called themselves Oversight.

I'm not sure if that's generic or arch.

Bit of both, maybe.

They tried to get in my path, and so I had to move them out of my way.

But then I'm not telling you anything you don't already know.

Well, I must confess...

...I have no idea what you're talking about or why you're talking to me.

I'm more than willing to prove my worth.

And you don't have to do anything. All you have to do is watch.

I'm sorry. This has been an amusing diversion...

...but I really don't think I can help you.

Although, I do love a good mystery.

I heard about a mysterious explosion yesterday.

The police seem to think that someone blew up a truck...

...filled with U.S. currency.

Now I find myself wondering...

...how does one hope to prove themselves...

...when all his money is burning on the side of a New Jersey county road?

Money isn't everything.

Not sure if I said this...

...but, uh, thanks for coming to my rescue back there.

After what I said...

We had a fight.

Doesn't mean I'm gonna throw you to the wolves.

You weren't wrong.

You did lose all your money.

Yeah, well, I probably shouldn't have blamed you for that.

By the time I saw what Damascus was doing, it was too late.

I'm a little mad at myself for that.

- You couldn't have known that. - Heh.

How do you think I made my money?

I mean, I used a keyboard, but it's the same idea.

Trick some arrogant rich guy with a fake log-in screen.

It looks secure, so he lets his guard down.

He gives you everything you need to walk his money out the back door.

Whoa!

- Courtesy of ShadowWalker. Heh. - Yeah, heh.

Yeah. He was pretty good.

I remember this one headline: "Who Is ShadowWalker?"

It had a silhouette and a question mark.

Had a bounty on my head and everything.

Division erased all that.

That money...

...was the last remaining evidence...

...that I used to be something more than some computer geek.

You are more than some computer geek. With or without the money.

You know, when I'm out there, risking my life, you are my lifeline.

You're the voice in my ear telling bad jokes...

...and getting me out safely.

You are irreplaceable.

And one of a kind.

That's a good thing, because I don't think the world could take two of you.

- Hey, ShadowWalker. - Food.

Hey, you been messing around with my computer?

What is that font, anyway? Papyrus?

It's a crime against nature and my eyeballs.

Yeah? Well, maybe this will make up for it.

I know. It's nowhere near how much you lost.

But it was the best I could do on short notice.

Besides, you'll be able to double that in no time, right?

Bless your heart. Are you sure you wanna give this to me?

I handed our last bankroll over to a con man.

Damascus conned Percy and half of Interpol's "most wanted" list.

- I think you're in good company. - Well, we are gonna have to double this.

The way Nikki blows through money, it's like her greatest talent in life.

- I'm starving. - Mm.

Here.

I want to strap it on like a feedbag.