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Our mission was a success?

I wanted it to be quieter.

How did you make your approach?

Local contact.

A woman named Yelena.

Did you need to eliminate her?

No.

Lethal force was only necessary for the target.

And his bodyguard.

How did it feel?

Excuse me?

How did it feel to take out the head of a major drug cartel?

It felt...

...good?

You did a great service for your country.

Must be tough not knowing who's behind your brother's death.

Especially since you're the head of Brazilian Intelligence.

Americans.

Black-ops group, code-named Division.

I always suspected a rival cartel, but I could never track her down.

The woman in red.

Her name, what is it?

Preview's free.

You're gonna have to pay for the feature presentation.

The black box contains a treasure trove of America's dirty little secrets.

That's your ticket to payback.

Highest bidder wins, but don't worry...

...this is a very exclusive auction.

Money is no object.

That's what I wanted to hear.

Your bidding phone. The auction will be controlled with this.

You'll wanna keep it close. I'll send details soon.

You know what?

I've got a good feeling about your chances.

Nothing. No whiff of Amanda anywhere.

- I'm having no luck either. - This is pointless.

Without ShadowNet, we couldn't find Waldo, much less Amanda and Owen.

They can't just sell the black box to anybody.

No, but it's not like they're gonna advertise online.

It'll be a direct transaction, protected point of sale.

I've got theories on possible venues, but they're all over the world.

We have no way of checking on them without any field agents.

Look, we can talk a good game, but we have to face the facts.

Division is only us now.

We're literally the only ones left.

And we've been taking a pretty bad beating.

It was just us before.

And we took down Percy and all of Division from a safe house.

But we knew where Percy was. We had a bull's-eye we could aim at.

We're flying blind now.

And every hour that goes by brings us that much closer to the sale of the black box.

It might be time to think about our options.

What?

Nikita, we don't have the tools to fix this.

We need to take action before the president figures out...

...what has happened here and sends a Navy SEAL team to clean up.

I hate to say this...

...but I think we should run.

Speak for yourself, sailor.

Cyrus?

What are you doing here?

I ask myself the same thing.

I see why all my calls go straight to voice mail.

Everything's down, as you can see.

Didn't you get the packet we sent?

New identity, background files, the whole get-out-of-Division-free card?

I did. And as tempted as I was...

...to pawn my ceremonial gold watch and head to Cancún...

...I got wind of some chatter you needed to know.

So I came in. Seemed like the right thing to do.

"Right thing" my ass. He's on the box too.

Wait a minute. What kind of chatter?

A high-level auction's about to go down. Invite only, very hush-hush.

The prize?

America's dirtiest secrets, all in one handy package.

The black box.

Here's the thing.

Whoever's making the sale knows exactly what they're doing.

You want me to pay for this?

If I wanted gossip, I'd buy a newspaper.

Not gossip. Leverage.

And, uh, sometimes the best weapon against an enemy is another enemy.

Nietzsche.

A man after my own soul.

Yeah. Yeah, Germany will participate.

Okay, when and where is this auction?

Toronto. At the G20 summit this week.

God, the G20. Of course.

Leaders of the world's 20 largest economies together in one spot.

Along with their intelligence and security chiefs.

People who'd be most interested in the black box.

Perfect opportunity and cover.

- How could I not see this? - Well, you did just wake up from a coma.

Five countries have been invited to bid, but China and Russia are the real players.

Germany, Turkey and Brazil are also on that list, but they're just seat-fillers.

They have dough, but their black-ops budgets...

...are only half the size of the other superpowers.

Security at the G20's gonna be tight, but if we can silent partner...

...with one of the smaller countries, that could get us access.

All we need to do is get close enough to grab Sam.

Cyrus, can you get us in with one of the bidders?

The only in with these types is money. Cash to help them win the auction.

- Division has no operational funds left. - Then Division has a problem.

- What are you gonna use for the buy-in? - We can use my money.

From the Udinov trust.

Are you sure?

If it's gonna help us get the black box, then yes.

I owe it to you.

I owe it to all of you.

It's like karma. We save Cyrus's life, he saves ours.

And maybe Owen in the process.

Nikita, let's get something clear.

Owen is our enemy now.

I know he hasn't been himself.

Yeah, that's the thing.

Sam is who he really is.

And if it comes to it, Sam is the man who's gonna go down.

No. That's who he was.

People can change.

Look at Cyrus. Look at me, Michael.

If all anyone ever saw were the things I did for Division...

...they'd think I was a monster.

If we can't believe that people change, then everything we're fighting for is meaningless.

Honey, I'm home.

You didn't abuse the minibar, did you? Because they really gouge you on that stuff.

I gotta hand it to you, your picks were right on the money.

What can I say? I know how to get a man's attention.

Only one that needed a little coaxing was the German.

Once I told him that "best weapon against an enemy" quote you told me, he was all in.

Well, the Germans love their Nietzsche.

Given that I've held up my end of the bargain...

...why don't you say we adopt a more relaxed working relationship, hmm?

Yeah...

...no can do.

Not till the auction starts.

I'm sorry, but I know very well how you get a man's attention.

Ops, we're on-site. You sure we're gonna find him here?

Sorry, Nikki, I can't confirm. We have no eyes here.

I'm not sure if our target, uh...

Erhan Guler. Turkish minister of Internal Affairs.

I'm not sure if Guler's even on-site.

He'll be the youngest intelligence wonk at the bar.

Western educated. Loves a good martini.

Got him. Standard three-man security escort.

Alex, you're up.

On my way.

Well, that's my cue. You can take it from here.

If you ever find yourselves in the Yucatán, give me a shout. Mojitos on me.

Everybody down! Get down!

- Everybody down! - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Everybody down on the ground now!

Easy, easy.

Get down! Stay down!

Right now. On your knees.

Ryan, what's going on?

The SEALS are here.

Sweep and clear the rest of this hole.

- Use caution. - Yes, sir.

We're the only ones here.

Rest of the personnel evacuated two days ago.

Oh, we know.

We retasked a satellite.

This facility's been on watch ever since Danforth died.

You thought you could cut and run right under the nose of the president?

We're toast.

I knew coming back here would bite me in the ass.

Commander, I know how upset the president must be with me...

- ...but we are in the middle... - Take them topside.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Unless you wanna betray your country.

Is that a threat? Identify yourself.

I'm the point man on the op you're interrupting now.

What Fletcher's trying to tell you is that we're after something called the black box.

Black box?

You haven't been briefed on everything, have you?

Pick up the phone, call the president, tell her...

...that Amanda's gonna sell the black box at the G20.

- See what she says. - What are you doing?

Call her. If she says no, we'll abort and turn ourselves in.

Okay, Alex, we can't wait for that call. To get the box, we need access to the auction now.

COPY-

Minister Guler?

Hello. My name is...

Alexandra Udinov.

It's fine. Please.

Excuse my security.

It is actually Deputy Minister Guler, but I appreciate the promotion.

- You know me? - I know of you.

A lot of my job is reading, including the tabloids.

The more interesting question is, how do you know me?

You mean know of you?

From a friend of a friend.

Well, then, please thank your friend of a friend.

- Would you like a drink? - No.

I'd like to get in on the auction tonight.

For the black box. I'm willing to back your bid for it.

Black box? Is it, uh, jewels or...? I don't... What is...?

Please, don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about.

Question is, how do you know what you're talking about?

A former Zetrov contact alerted me to the sale.

Everyone knows that a U.S. black-ops group killed my family.

The proof is on that box.

I wanna confirm that.

Then it's yours.

I've been able to free up 200 million, liquid.

And you came to me because...?

Because without my money, you don't have a chance to win.

That wounds me.

You know the Chinese and the Russians will outbid Turkey to get it.

When it comes to intelligence budgets, you're punching above your weight.

So why back us?

Why not Germany or Brazil?

Because they aren't friends with my friend.

Our mission's in play.

- Call your boss. - Or call off the mission.

Your call.

Stop helping-

Madam President?

Susan?

It's fine. She's a former student of mine from Harvard Law.

Come.

Just give us a minute, please.

- How are you? - I'm wonderful. How are you?

- Good, thank you. - And thank you for seeing me.

Vasquez updated me. What the hell's going on?

The box is set to be auctioned to a rival nation.

If you get me into the reception tonight, I'll recover it for you.

Then our mission will be done and you'll never hear the word "Division" again.

- What about the other agents who fled? - It's in their interest to keep a low profile.

Especially after their identities are erased off the box.

So do we have a deal?

Do you understand that if you fail...

...your friends at the bunker will pay the price?

Steve, can you get my friend a guest pass for the reception tonight?

Susan, it was lovely to see you again.

And you.

I must say, you clean up very nicely.

You know, Percy used to say the same thing to me.

Oh, that's right. Before you were a guardian, you were a cleaner.

Yeah.

And you're gonna be my last cleanup.

I'd wait on that if I were you.

I've waited 10 years.

If anything goes wrong, you need me to set up another auction.

That's a good point.

I'll kill you after.

Ops, we're in.

Good. Michael, you in position?

Set.

Nikita, you're our eyes in there. What do you see?

Alex is at the bar with Turkey.

Cyrus, you said Russia's portly and China's tall, is that right?

No, Russia's tall.

And yes, the Chinese MSS leader could stand to lay off the lo mein.

- Champagne? - Thank you.

I've got Russia.

I got China.

- And Germany. - Do you see Sam?

No. Owen is not on-site yet.

The auction has started.

Don't bid too much too fast.

Never tell a Turk how to make a deal.

The bidding has started. He must be here.

Remember, Nikita, their security people have weapons.

Michael, I'm gonna make myself visible, try and flush Owen to you.

How can she know exactly where he'll go?

The best exfil route is through the service corridor.

- Where Michael's set to ambush. - How can you be sure he'll exfil?

- When he spots Nikita, he'll know... - How can you be sure he's on-site?

Could you please try and not distract us any more?

I can barely hear myself think, let alone keep tabs on our people with no visual.

Guns make him nervous. Especially when they're pointed at his head.

The woman in red.

That's her.

That's her. The assassin.

He made me. He's on his way to you.

Hey, Sam.

Auction's over.

So you figured out the G20, huh?

- You know what happens if that box gets out. - I don't care.

You used to.

Your life's mission was to protect the box.

- Wasn't my life. - Where is it?

Look... Unh!

You think I'd have it on me?

There's the bitch that killed my brother.

- Who is he? - I don't know.

- Who's his brother? - No idea.

I'm sure he deserved it.

He slipped your ambush.

SO, what's your play?

We still have him in pocket. We can adjust.

You just need to let us finish this.

It doesn't help having you question...

This isn't good. We gotta think backup plan in case this thing goes south.

What plan?

Against armed Navy SEALs? Are you nuts?

Am I?

- These guys screwed us. We're back at zero. - Not quite.

When I grabbed Sam, look what I got.

Room at Dorsett Glenn Hotel.

Birkhoff, can you scan this and get me the room number?

Alex, keep an eye on Owen.

Let's talk.

You've got a lot of nerve, after what you guys pulled.

Too bad it didn't work.

Maybe you and your boyfriend will get another chance.

Don't count on it.

Tell me something.

How long did it take you to get over Emily?

It wasn't me.

It was Owen.

How long did it take him?

He never did.

Wait a second.

Are you saying Pierce is dead?

Oh.

Sweetheart, it's a war.

People die, you shake it off, you move on.

Owen couldn't.

This what you wanted to talk about?

No.

I have a proposition for you.

I will give you $200 million right now. In exchange, you give me two locations.

The black box and Amanda. Division will take care of the rest.

You want me to throw in Amanda?

We want her dead just as much as you do.

No deal. I wanna kill her myself.

And the bidding's already higher than you're offering.

Don't do this.

Your time as Owen has to mean something.

Yeah, it means I lost 10 years of my life.

It wasn't just a loss.

You gained as well.

All of us.

We care about you.

Yeah, that was your first mistake.

Nikita? Mikey, you there? I can hardly hear you.

We're in the hotel stairwell. ls the elevator broken?

Toronto P.D.'s running security. We've got guns.

Like I said, we're in the stairwell.

- I got that room number for you. - Good. Please tell me it's not the penthouse.

Room 616.

We're on our way.

What are you doing?

Letting old hacker buddies know I'm back in the game.

They're card-carrying anarchists. They gotta be tapped into the G20.

- Well, you better hurry. - Why's that?

Because the bidding's over. We didn't win.

Then who did?

Looks like the Germans. Want me to follow Sam?

No.

No, stay with the Germans. They're gonna pick up their prize.

- The Germans? No way. - So you were wrong.

No. There's no way the German BND had enough cash to beat China and Russia.

You're done. Call off your team, abort the mission.

No. We're following the winners.

We stay with them, they'll bring us straight to the box.

- Took you long enough. - We got your message.

Gun!

Give me the room card.

Who were those guys?

Room 622's empty.

Police. Anyone in here?

Hello.

Whoa! What the hell is this?

- Did my wife send you? - You're married?

Sorry. I'm sorry. There's been an incident.

Carry on.

It's Nikki. She's calling in.

- Put her on private comm. - No. Over the speaker.

- We've lost Amanda. - What? How?

She was taken from Sam's room by an unknown party.

Against her will?

Looked more like a rescue than a kidnapping.

Can you follow?

Hall's swarming with cops. Gotta wait till it's clear.

We need to move. I can't keep the SEALs at bay much longer.

Nerd, we need eyes on Amanda to track her. Traffic cams, satellite images, something.

- I'm working on it. - Well, work faster.

- Okay, I'm in contact with Akira. - He's hacker legend.

Heh. In his own mind, maybe. Knows his stuff, though. We can get what we need from him.

Confirm ID? It's me, damn it.

Akira. Didn't you guys used to, you know, cosplay together?

Yeah.

- You dressed up as Gold Bikini Leia? - I lost a bet, okay?

- Okay, yes. Got facial recog online. - All right.

Okay, search for Amanda through Toronto traffic cams.

Alex, you got eyes on the black box yet?

They're heading towards a black SUV.

I have eyes on the black box.

- Wire the remaining funds. - The man has paid in full.

It's hard to believe this drive is worth $300 million to the chancellor.

It's worth a lot more than that to the right person.

Yeah, I have the black box. Am heading towards the rendezvous point.

Yeah. The cover story is in place.

What cover story?

Here.

The one that explains why the box never made it to Berlin.

The leader just killed his own men.

He's on the move. I'm in pursuit.

We lost the box?

But we found Amanda.

This is five minutes ago on the Gardiner. She's taking an exit that leads to the harbor.

She's headed to the port. Tell Nikita.

Wait, the lead German did what?

He shot his own guys. It makes no sense.

Karl Jaeger is career BND.

Maybe someone made him a better offer.

- Like who? - Like the people who rescued Amanda.

Two things happening at the exact same time that we can't explain.

- Not sure I see the connection. - Me neither.

But I think I know someone who might. You still have that bidding phone?

I'd say boa noite, but I'm guessing this ain't Santos.

Hello, Sam.

You know, I love the way you say my name.

What can I do for you, Nikita? You want a loan?

Couple million dollars? Hell, 20.

No, just an answer.

You weren't surprised when the Germans won your auction?

A little bit.

I didn't think they'd have that kind of money.

- What if Amanda helped them get it? - No way.

She never left the room.

She told you who to approach for the auction?

Pointed you towards Jaeger? Told you what to say to him?

The only thing she suggested for that guy is that I convince him with some quote.

"The best weapon against an enemy is another enemy." Or something like that.

That was a message.

She played you. She's been playing you this whole time.

I was gonna kill her.

But you didn't, did you?

And now she's on her way to a port to collect a prize you won for her.

Congratulations, Sam.

Glad to see you're safe. When I was approached about the box...

...I was worried that the man killed you to secure it.

And I was worried you might not get my message.

There was no guarantee Sam would share the Nietzsche quote.

That's the benefit of planning for contingencies.

Planning is crucial when you're playing the long game.

My people are excited you're joining our team. The box is an extra.

Well, I hate hyperbole, but I think it's fair to say our relationship could change the world.

- If your helicopter ever arrives. - Yeah.

Say that again.

- Ma'am, the mission has failed. - How?

The black box is in the hands of a rogue German agent.

Making any progress? You know, with the thing that does the thing?

Catching that.

The second target, Amanda, is about to exfil from Toronto.

Damn it. What else...?

What else are they doing?

Ma'am, they do not have the resources to handle this crisis.

That's not true. Nikita...

ls only one woman.

It's over.

Ma'am, the box is in the open.

Well, this is... We can't let that happen.

There will be too many questions. We need to contain this as best we can.

Understood.

Now!

Go, go!

Okay. That's a lot of sealed doors between us and them.

That was nice work back there.

How long before they figure out how to get them open?

If they know how to short-circuit the lockdown, maybe 15 minutes.

- Or they'll blow the doors one by one. - Nikita's gotta get to that box.

Yeah. The SEALs have executed a kill order.

We can't hold them off much longer.

We're at the port now.

They're flanking left!

- Tell your men to back off. - What?

For our plan to work, we need Nikita and Michael alive.

They stopped shooting.

Never learned when to quit, huh?

You'll be hunted forever.

I already am, by better than you.

Hey.

Sam?

Or Owen.

Maybe we haven't lost him yet.

These guys are good.

They should be.

They've been training in an exact replica of Division for months.

And you stay there why?

I think it's time for plan B.

You sure?

Nikita, we're here. But not for long, unless you've got some good news.

The box is destroyed. I'm sending a photo.

She got it. She got it.

Showing Vasquez is no good. We gotta get this in front of the president.

Picture's uploaded.

Whatever you're doing, do it faster.

Come on, Akira.

There you are.

One last favor.

I need all your spambots.

- Who are we spamming? - Toronto.

What's going on?

Looks like a hacker collective sent this picture out wide.

Some type of hard drive shot to hell.

Maybe it's symbolic?

If you'll excuse me for just a moment.

Shoot and we all die.

Hold your fire.

Four RDX charges are placed on the key support beams at the base of this facility.

They're wired to this trigger.

I let go, nobody leaves here alive.

Fletcher, I read your file. You're just a low-level analyst.

Low-level analyst.

Right.

A low-level analyst who was killed...

...resurrected in a hole filled with criminals and murderers.

A low-level analyst who's gone up against the MSS...

...FBI, CIA...

...ordered heads of state executed...

...even kidnapped the president of Uzbekistan from inside the White House.

All while living under the threat that someone like you...

...would come in here and put a bullet in my head.

So believe me when I tell you, Vasquez...

...that file you read is in desperate need of a revision.

You're gonna wanna get that.

Madam President.

Let me speak with Fletcher.

Got our message?

Everyone did.

As promised, the box is destroyed.

And as promised, you are free to go.

Let's hope you're right about the agents who ran.

Give me Vasquez.

Yes, ma'am?

Understood.

Stand down.

Birkhoff, it's really great, but I think it might be a little premature.

- She's still out there. - And she isn't alone. She has help.

- Only a matter of time before she regroups. - All right. Shh, shh, shh, shush.

Yes, I know it's not over and I know there are plenty more bad guys out there...

...but right now, we are celebrating something long overdue.

- Division is dead, baby. - Amen to that.

Aw, for me? And here I was coming to say goodbye.

It's been fun.

- Hey, thank you for everything. - Yeah.

I had my guy at Toronto Harbour look up Amanda's chopper.

It's registered to a Bellfar Systems. Does that mean anything to you?

Seymour...

Bellfar Systems was the same front company the Shop used in Cincinnati.

- Amanda's working with the Shop. - What's the Shop?

It's Percys with pocket protectors. It's bad. It's very bad.

If Amanda's aligned herself with them, she'll be capable of anything.

She already is.

What does she need them for?

Maybe they need her.

Somehow that seems so much worse.