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Plenty of sunshine through
today with seasonal temperatures.

We should reach our normal high
of about 82 degrees

by this afternoon.

Clear skies tonight
with a low near 70.

Increasing cloudiness tomorrow,
sticky and humid,

with a high of 96.

With the winds out of the east
at 14 miles per hour,

it's currently 75 degrees.

Feels like a dream, right?

Yeah.
What kind of dream?

The good kind.
You'll see.

Move it out!

No matter how this ends,
no matter what happens,

Amanda's dead, and we won.

Wait here for Mr. Avery.

Hey.
It's Amanda, right?

Why are you still alive, again?

Apparently,
you wanted to see me.

Oh, right.

Just wanted to meet the lady
who lost us $14 billion.

The plan to sacrifice MDK
was Jones' idea, nof mine.

I know.
I'm just messing with you.

Jones, he cleared his play
with the rest of the group.

He's taking the hit now.

But, looks like it worked.

...President Spencer
is alive and was, in fact,

rescued from MDK headquarters
by Miss Nikita Mears.

That's all I know at this time.

I know the nation has
a lot of questions; so do I.

I am going to speak
with those involved,

and I will return with answers.
Thank you.

Senator Chappell!

One of your doubles, I presume?

What, the senator? No.
No, he's a real genuine blowhard.

Old man actually believes
what he's saying.

Nikita, the hero.

See, that's...

That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

That little girl
has got to stay a hero,

so that people believe
she foiled a conspiracy.

It's the only way our group
stays secret.

We don't need any grudge matches
from the past

disturbing a very...
expensive illusion.

Alright, Sam.
Where the hell did you go?

Paris?
If you're stealing my diamonds,

Why'd you go
where I asked you to?

- Where are you?
- Nikita, where are you?

They're holding us
at a military base in Virginia.

- Holding?
- They're being polite about it.

I have a house and a yard.

- Well, what do they want?
- [don't know.

I don't even think
they know yet.

Listen, until we know
how this plays out,

you and Sam lay low, alright?

- That might not be an option.
- Why not?

Sam tried to steal my diamonds,
so I sent him to Paris

with a bag of fakes,
thinking he'd skip town, only...

...he actually did go to Paris.

- I'm not sure what to do.
- Try the truth.

Go find him because I may need
you guys to come back here.

I'll call you when it's safe.

Hey. Where are you?

I went to the safe house.
Sonya never showed.

- I know.
- You know?

I waited for hours.
I gave up, I was gonna leave.

Sam, the diamonds aren't real.

Then what the hell am I holding?

Nothing. I know you tried
to steal them back in Zurich.

I couldn't trust you with them.

Sam? Sam!

- Hey. ls the transport here yet?
- Not yet.

What's going on? I thought we
had to go give our statements.

Well, that's why I'm here.
Birkhoff said he got you online.

- Where's your computer?
- Be my guest.

I have to find out
what's been reported

before I can
figure out our cover story.

- Isn't it a little late for that?
- If you got a better idea, then...

MDK?

We took them down.
Why are you...

The way we found them,
catching Ramon on Shadownet.

If they used a different operative,
any other operative,

we never would've found them,
much less stopped them.

- You think we got lucky.
- I think Jones got sloppy.

And if there's one thing he isn't...
I hate to say it,

but it's almost as if
he wanted to be found.

That's us.

So what are we gonna tell
these yahoos?

The truth. All of it.

It's the only chance we got.

Why should I be concerned
about our doubles?

They are human weapons.

Tools, essentially,
that you've created.

And what if one of them rebels?
Rebels how, hmm?

Quits their cover and pretends
to be the CEO of some other company?

How about... have their
corporate security force

take you and the rest
of the group members out?

That is why you have to act now.

The loss of MDK could be
misinterpreted as a weakness

by those who serve you.

They could use this
as their moment to strike.

I don't hear a solution.

It's the same one
I tried to pitch Percy.

Program the loyalty
of every double you have.

If you'd listened to me,

Division would still
be standing today.

I don't hear a guarantee.

Two of the doubles I programmed
shot themselves

because I told them to.

If that's not results,
I don't know what is.

This is U.S. Marine Colonel
Peter Slocum,

conducting a debrief
of Nikita Mears.

This interview will be recorded.
Clearance level, SCI.

Miss Mears,
if you wouldn't mind, uh,

let's start from the beginning.

I killed a cop.

I was tried, convicted, executed.

After my death,
I woke up in a white room.

There was a bright light.

That was Division.

We call them recruits.

I welcome them
to their new lives,

tell them about the second chance
they've been given.

Division was a load of crap.

They subverted
the entire justice system.

Grab a convicted felon,
fake his death,

join, or die.

They would erase your old life,

everything you'd ever been,
everyone you'd ever known.

Off limits, no friendships,
no close relationships.

And we were very good
at what we did.

You played ball
or you got cancelled,

and those were the rules
set forth by Amanda and Percy.

My colleagues in the CIA
called it my ghost unit.

Sanctions, the polite word
for assassinations.

Heads of state.
Political dissidents.

Turns out they were right.
Everyone at Division was a ghost.

When they sent me to kill
Alexandra Udinov,

that's when everything changed.

I knew something was going on
with her from moment one.

I totally called it,
but I'm, like, the nerd.

- Nobody wants to take me seriously.
- A 13 year-old girl was too far.

I know Percy didn't see it coming.
I know that for a fact.

Revenge. They had taken
everything from me,

and I was gonna burn their house down
and everything in it.

- So Percy...
- And then Oversight...

- Gogol.
- And the Shop.

Kill chips, polymer masks,
crazy poisons...

- ...all of it supplied by MDK.
- You're investigating Philip Jones.

Any sign that he wasn't
working alone?

Amanda... killed herself.

She'd rather die
than let me win.

Thank you for your, uh... candor.

- Sam, are you okay?
- Same old.

I owe some guys some money,
so they're punching me. Oh!

Now they've got it in their heads
that me calling you

- is somehow gonna get 'em paid.
- Well, why haven't you paid them?

Because he gambled away
all his money,

- and some of mine.
- Who is this?

You were right not to trust him
with your diamonds.

However, if you wish
to see him alive again,

you will bring the real stones
to me in Paris,

- at a place called...
- Oh, Club Besson?

- Yeah, I'm already there.
- She's here.

You see, I've got this little app
on my phone called

"Find My Deadbeat Boyfriend."

Let him go,
or I'll call the police.

The police will not be necessary.

Ms. Mears, Ed Chappell.

Pleased to meet you.

Just Nikita.

Well, let me be the first
to thank you for the...

...giant pile of crap
you've left us to deal with.

- I understand.
- No, I was...

I was eager to hear the truth, but...

...some of the things
you've said in this room...

Must never be repeated.

I agree.

You agree.

Why do you think I never went
to the New York Times

after I left Division?

I knew that Percy
would erase the agents

still trapped there
in order to mitigate exposure.

It's the same reason I didn't release
the contents of the Black Box.

Those secrets out there
cause chaos,

and that chaos
takes innocent lives.

I know how dangerous
the truth can be.

Well, I'm glad.
Because I do have something...

No.
You don't understand.

It's not my problem
anymore, Senator.

It's yours.

You edit the story.

I did my part.

Ms. Mears... Nikita!

You don't understand.

I need someone to sell
this story to the people,

a face, a...

A hero.

I need you.

Hand over the diamonds,
or he dies.

I'd make you an offer,

but you probably
won't accept it.

I don't know.

I'm a... reasonable man.

What's your offer?

That I don't kill you.

That's what I thought.

I thought I told you
not to come.

Lucky for you, I don't believe
anything you say.

- Ow.
- Okay, come on.

Chappell wants me to testify

in front of
a senate hearing committee.

They... they need a hero
to... to help heal the country.

Since when have you been afraid
of a few congressmen?

It's not them.
It's everybody.

Everybody will know who I am.

But they already do. Your face
has been on the news for months.

Let's not forget about
the YouTube videos.

I know that,
but that's not... me.

That's...

That's a cover.
That's Nikita, the spy,

Nikita, the assassin.

If I do this, it's me.

It's Nikita Mears,
the junkie cop-killer.

I wish you could see yourself
the way that I do.

You have saved so many people,
including me,

I don't even know
how many times.

Alex would agree with that.

So would Ryan and Birkhoff.

We owe you our lives.
Now the world does too.

That's not the way
they'll see it.

Look, I promise you...

Once you tell them
your side of the story,

everyone will see you
the way that I do.

But just don't forget.
They are the ones who need you.

That's right.

Clear the room, please.

- Yes, sir.
- Right away.

Pardons and immunity.

Done.

Birkhoff's is to include anything
that links him to Shadowwalker.

And he wants you to write
a letter to the NSA

declaring him a hero.

Note to Daddy, not a problem.

Sonya wants to become a citizen.

- And Ryan...
- Wants a meeting with Jones.

I know.
We're already working on it.

He what?

When exactly
were you going to tell me?

I wasn't trying to
keep a secret.

I just didn't want to worry you.

Can I come in?

Look, I don't, um...

I've still got a lot
to prepare for, so...

Ryan, what are you doing?

Did I ever tell you about
my brother?

You told me he died
in Afghanistan.

When I asked how,

I got the standard crap.

Line of duty,
service to your country.

Turned out,
he'd been murdered by PMC's

who were guarding
an illegal mine.

Their company paid to cover it up.

I'm so sorry, Ryan.

I recognized the signs, someone using
their power and their influence

to hide the truth.

I felt the same thing again
with Division,

and I feel the same thing now.

Too many secrets.

I get it. I do.

But... this may not be
the right time.

Before our pardons,
you won't have...

All I want to do is talk to Jones
face to face.

Nikita, the man is in custody.

The committee
will come to order.

The committee
will come to order.

Please state your name
for the record,

and then begin your statement.

My name is Nikita Mears.

Ten years ago,
I was taken out of prison

and forced by a covert unit
of the government to be an assassin.

They called themselves Division.

Seven years ago, I was
the first recruit to escape.

Last year, I returned,

destroyed Division,
and freed those who remained.

As a result, one of the founders
of Division,

a woman named Amanda,
framed me for the assassination

of President Kathleen Spencer
in order to start a war.

Three days ago,
I watched her die.

And I'm relieved to say...

...her ambition for further bloodshed
has died with her.

The next subject is en route.

Miss Dixon.
Miss Dixon.

What can you tell us about
the latest round of layoffs?

That they were necessary.

You're saying 14,000 people
weren't necessary?

Are we done?
I have to get back.

They'll wait. That's the nice thing
about being in charge

of a major corporation.
But... yes.

We're done.

I have done everything
the group has ever asked.

But this is new and strange.

And we never have to
do it again.

But one more question.

Who do you ultimately serve,
yourself, the group, or me?

You.

Of course.

Hey, Alex. It's me.

It's safe to come in now.

That's good news.

I saw your testimony.
You look good.

Is it just me,
or is it really weird

to hear the sound
of your own voice?

Oh, my God.
I can't stand it.

Is this how you
pictured it ending?

I didn't think I was gonna
make it out of Division.

But you did.

We all did.

Sam's waking up.
I should go check on him.

- I'll see you soon.
- Hey.

It's been too long.

Um... Nikita needs me
back in the States,

so you can either leave now
or hitch a ride back with me.

Hitch a ride?
That's sweet of you.

I just saved your ass.
What more do you want?

An apology wouldn't be
the worst place to start.

For you stealing my diamonds, or...?

Hold on. For the record,
I didn't steal 'em, okay?

I came back,
and I saved you from that guy.

Which is why
I just flew to Paris,

and pulled you out
of a filthy nightclub.

We're even.

Are you staying,
or are you leaving?

You want me to stay?

Why does it matter what I want?

You know what?
Screw it.

One of us has gotta
be honest here.

- I'm sorry?
- Why'd you think I went to Paris?

Honestly?
I'm at a bit of a loss.

Because you asked me.

Because even though
I really needed the money,

and guys were willing
to kill me over it...

I was trying to do
the right thing...

...for you.

Sam.

He'll be more cooperative
if I speak with him alone.

- It may take a while.
- I'll wait up front,

and we can head back to base
whenever you're ready.

I'll keep an eye on things
from my station,

in case he gives you
any trouble.

You've been busy.

You want me to walk you
through all this, or...

- should we cut to the chase?
- Who am I to say?

And you're the one calling
the shots now.

You wanted us to find you
and take down MDK.

You used Ramon, knowing we'd
pick him up on Shadownet.

You sent an operative
after Alex,

knowing he'd get caught
and give up MDK.

And you allowed Peller
to feed us information,

all so we could save the day
and believe you'd been defeated.

Nikita told you her price,

and you paid it.

Doesn't seem to have worked out
too well for me, now, does it?

I've got a hunch your friends will
get you out of here eventually.

And what friends would those be?

There's always a group
behind the group, right?

I think MDK is only one arm
of your organization.

You're never gonna stop
digging, are you?

I'll never stop looking
for the truth.

Percy called us a group.

I assume that's where
you got the term from.

But did you know there's eight
of us, my colleagues and I?

You probably have no idea
how so few can control so much.

Sadly, I'm afraid
you never will.

All right.
Yeah, thank you.

That was, uh, Senator Chappell.

Everything okay?

They want to give me
the Presidential Medal of Freedom.

So you're saying I was right.

They did a poll,
an approval poll,

to see how the news
was landing, and apparently...

...I tested through the roof.

So, now they want to capitalize off
the residual goodwill, of course.

Hey, don't downplay this.
They love you.

And, far more importantly,
I was right.

No. You were wrong.

You once accused me of only
wanting another mission.

- Oh.
- No more missions.

No more looking over
our shoulders.

And all I want is you.

We should get in the air.
They're expecting us back.

Then what?

Uh, like I said, they'll debrief us
and give us a pardon.

- Nothing's changed.
- Nothing's changed?

You and me.

- That was...
- I don't know what that was.

Well, then... Hey, hey, hey.
Let's find out.

I meant what I said, back there.

Okay?
You make me want to be better.

I just started to figure out
who I am.

I... You can't expect me
to tell you who you are, too.

What do I gotta do
to prove myself to you?

I don't want you to prove
anything to me.

This is about you,
who you really are,

not who you're willing to
pretend to be to make me happy.

I don't know who Sam is,
and neither do you.

You figure that out,
then we'll see.

You couldn't
let Division go.

I guess I'm not surprised you
couldn't let this go either.

It's going to be a shame to
destroy such a beautiful mind.

Oh, no need. No need.
I'm not going to hurt you.

Your death would raise
too many questions,

and Nikita might realize
that what happened in Dubai

was a carefully crafted illusion.

- Then why abduct me?
- Catch and release.

A few tweaks to that brain
of yours, and we'll put you

right back where we found you,

perfectly satisfied with
the answers Jones provided.

It doesn't bother you,

Nikita believing you're dead?

Thinking she's finally
free of you?

Well, see, it turns out
Nikita's not the only one

who's been freed.
So have I.

I can finally plan
for my future.

In fact, since you won't
remember being here

in the next few minutes,

I have a secret
that I'm dying to share.

I'm taking over.

Soon, all 54
of the group's doubles

will be under my control.

Why?

I want to.

- You're insane.
- No. No, I disagree.

I think I've made
some real growth.

I'm finally moving on
with my life.

And now it's time
for you to move on.

No more suspicions.
No more doubts.

Come on, come on!

Hold your fire!
I need him alive and unharmed.

This has to be kept quiet.

Go in and get him.

No more secrets.

We could go anywhere,
do anything.

Hmm.

Like finally get that
little house on the beach?

Live boring lives.

- Mm-hmm.
- Promise?

You know... you are
Michael Bishop again.

Maybe they'd let you back
in the Navy.

Thanks, but...
I've seen enough war.

I'm ready to hang up my guns.

I thought you...
you said you needed

to be a part of something
bigger than yourself.

Yeah, but there are other ways
of doing that.

One of the few good things
I picked up during my time

at Division is learning
that I like being a teacher.

What were the other good things?

You.

Hello?

Ryan?

- Ma'am, you can't come in here.
- He's my family.

You're okay.
You're gonna be fine.

- Listen to me...
- It's not over.

Listen...

Ma'am, please.

I'm so sorry.

I wanted to be wrong.

Crash cart!

Get her out of here!

- Clear!
- Clear.

Still no response.

Clear!

Again.

What's wrong?

Ryan Fletcher
threw himself out a window...

And gave you a little something
to remember him by, I see.

To assure his message
reached Nikita.

We couldn't get to him
with so many people around.

We barely made it out
before the police arrived.

You know, so far, you've
proved about as useful to me

as you were to Jones.

What's Nikita going to do, hmm?
Tell the truth?

She's already done that.
Testified before Congress

- and swore it was over.
- Hmm.

You honestly think
she won't recant?

I think the United States government
will never let that happen.

She's part of the system now.

Amanda is alive.

Whose body did we pull
out of the rubble in Dubai?

Probably a double, someone who
was coerced into playing Amanda.

Ryan's right. This is bigger
than MDK and Jones.

Before he died, he told me

there were seven other
group members out there.

Yeah, uh...

- Do we know who they are?
- Not yet, but we'll find out.

The first thing we have to do
is tell everybody

that we were wrong,
this isn't over.

If we're gonna go public,
we need more than speculation.

- It'll take time to investigate.
- Time we don't have, Senator.

They almost started World War Ill.
We know they have doubles in place.

That's why we can't say
anything without proof.

The kind of panic
this could cause,

it would be unlike anything
we've ever seen.

World leaders accusing
each other of being imposters,

using it as an excuse for war,
uprisings, riots.

- It'd be chaos.
- Exactly.

That's why we can't do nothing.

We Will find the truth,

and then we will figure out
what the hell to do with it.

But until then,
we don't tip our hand.

We let them believe
that they've won.

I will not go in there and lie.

You have to.

The country...
hell, the world needs this.

They need to believe that
the bad guys have been defeated.

They need a hero, and you're it.

He's right.

Ryan's dead, and they want
to give me a medal.

- How is that right?
- You said it yourself.

There are more doubles
out there.

They could be watching us
right now.

We have to be smart
in how we play this.

- Amanda.
- We will get her.

But we're not alone anymore.

They're ready for you.

It's my honor to present
Ms. Nikita Mears.

Mikey, is it true?
They wouldn't tell us anything.

They just said
there's been an accident.

When we saw Nikita on television,
we thought maybe he was okay.

They want to keep it under wraps
as long as they can, but Ryan is...

- Ryan's dead.
- Oh.

It was Amanda.

Amanda.
She's alive?

God, that evil freakin' bitch!

How is that possible?

Where is Nikita?
How is she handling this?

She's gonna need a few minutes.

It's me.

I know you're not alone right now,
but I really need to talk.

I'm supposed to let it go,
but I can't.

They don't get to win.
Not like this.

When we came here,
I thought it was finally over.

No more running and hiding
and lying.

I really believed that the truth
was going to free us,

but now I'm trapped
in an even bigger lie.

The world doesn't know
that Amanda is alive,

but I do, because Ryan
believed in the truth.

He died for the truth,

and I can't let that be
for nothing.

Going after her means breaking
some promises I made,

but I don't see any other way.

I can't trust the system,
not with this.

It's failed me, all of us,
too many times.

Jones and his cronies,
they need to pay.

I want them to die
with the whole world watching,

so everyone knows
who they really are

and what they've done.

Taking them on...
I can't do it alone.

I know it's asking a lot,
but I need you.

Hey.

I need your help, one last time.

I got a message for you.

We started this fight together,

just you and me.

A lot has happened since then,

but I know that this is how
it's supposed to end.

It's time to finish what we started.