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.
[Partygoers screaming]
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.
[Phone beeps]
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 want to keep it close.
I'll send details soon.
You know what?
I've got a good feeling about your chances.
[Keyboard clicking]
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.
Well, 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 a few theories on possible venues,
but they're all over the world.
And 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.
Yeah, but at least 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.
And 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 voicemail.
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 Cancun,
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 this sale
knows exactly what they're doing.
[Indistinct chatter]
And you want me to pay for this?
If I wanted gossip, I would buy a newspaper.
Not gossip.
Leverage.
And sometimes, the best weapon against an enemy
is another enemy.
Nietzsche.
He's a man after my own soul.
Ja, yeah, Germany will participate.
Danke schoen.
Okay, when and where is this auction?
Toronto, at the G-20 summit this week.
God, at G-20. Of course.
Leaders of the world's 20 largest economies
gathered together in one spot,
along with all their respective intelligence
and security chiefs.
People who'd be most interested in the Black Box.
It's the 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 only two, China and Russia, are the real players.
Germany, Turkey, and Brazil are also on that short list,
but they're really just seat-fillers.
They have dough, but their Black Ops buddies
are only half the size of the other superpowers.
All right, security at the G-20
is 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 intelligence types is money,
cash to help them win the auction.
Division has no operational funds left.
Well, 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.
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.
[Gun clicks]
I know he hasn't been himself.
Yeah, that's the thing. [Gun clicks]
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 have to use the mini-bar, did you?
'Cause they really gouge you on that stuff.
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.
Yeah, the Germans love their Nietzsche.
Given that I've held up my end of the bargain,
what do 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 Yucatan,
give me a shout. Mojitos on me.
- Everybody down! - Get down!
- Everybody down! - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Get down, everybody! - Everybody down!
Get down! Everybody get down!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Everybody get down!
Right now, on your knees!
Ryan, what's going on?
The SEALs are here.
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Sweep and clear the rest of this hall.
- Use caution. - Yes, sir.
We're the only ones here.
Rest of the personnel evacuated two days ago.
Oh, we know.
We re-tasked the satellite.
This facility has 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-- Take 'em topside.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Unless you want to be the one man to betray your country.
Is that a threat? Identify yourself.
I'm the point man on the Op you're interrupting right now.
What Fletcher is 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, soldier?
Pick up the phone. Call the President.
Tell her...
that Amanda's going to sell the Black Box at the G-20.
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.
[Speaking foreign language]
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 most 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.
The question is, how do you know
what you're talking about?
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 want to 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.
[Chuckles] Well, that wounds me.
You know the Chinese and the Russians
will out-bid Turkey to get it.
When it comes to intelligence budgets,
you guys are 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.
[Quietly] 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.
Vazquez updated me. What the hell is 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
have to hear the word Division ever again.
And 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 back 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.
[Wolf whistles]
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 going to be my last cleanup.
I'd wait on that if I were you.
I've waited ten years.
If anything goes wrong,
you need me to set up another auction.
That's a good point.
I'll kill you after.
[Ominous music]
[Background chatter]
[Live chamber music]
♪
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.
Thank you.
I've got Russia.
I got China.
And Germany.
Do you see Sam?
No. Owen is not on site yet.
[Phone dings]
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 going to make myself visible,
try and flush Owen to you.
How could she know exactly where he'll go?
The best exfil route is through the service corridor.
That's where Michael's set to ambush.
How can you be sure he'll exfil?
Because when he spots Nikita, he'll know we're on--
How can you be sure he is even on site?
Vazquez, could you please try and not distract us
any more than you've been doing?
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.
[Suspenseful music]
[Snaps]
It's her, the assassin.
♪
He made me. He's on his way to you.
Hey, Sam.
Auction's over.
[Sighs]
So you figured out the G-20, 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.
It wasn't my life.
Where is it?
Look. Agh!
[Gasps] Think I'd have it on me?
There's the bitch that killed my brother!
[Suspenseful music]
♪
Who is he?
I don't know.
- Who's his brother? - No idea.
I'm sure he deserved it.
[Panting]
[Light chamber music]
♪
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.
[Whispering] 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. - Exactly.
Birkhoff, can you scan this and give me the room number?
Alex, keep an eye on Owen.
[Exhales]
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?
[Tender music]
It wasn't me.
It was Owen.
How long did it take him?
He never did.
♪
Wait a second.
You saying Pierce is dead?
Ah.
Sweetheart, it's a war. People die.
You shake it off. You move on.
Owen couldn't.
This is 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.
[Chuckles] No deal.
I want to 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 ten 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.
Mike, are you there? I can hardly hear you.
- We're in the hotel stairwell. - The elevator broken?
Toronto P.D. is running security.
We've got guns.
Like I said, we're in the stairwell.
Well, I've got that room number for you.
Good, and please tell me it's not the penthouse.
Room 616.
We're on our way.
What are you doing?
Letting some of my old hacker buddies know
I'm back in the game.
They're all card-carrying anarchists.
They gotta be tapped into the G-20.
- Well, you better hurry. - Why is that?
Because the bidding's over, and we didn't win.
Then who did?
Looks like the Germans.
You 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 B.N.D.
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.
[Suspenseful music]
♪
Took you long enough.
We got your message.
[Snaps fingers]
♪
Gun!
Give me the room card!
Who were those guys?
Room 622 is empty.
[Tense music]
♪
Police! Anyone in here?
[Shower running]
Hello?
[Gasps]
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.
[Computer beeping]
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?
The hall's swarming with cops.
Gotta wait till it's clear.
We need to move now.
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 made contact with Akira.
He's hacker legend.
Yeah, in his own mind, maybe.
Knows his stuff, though.
I think we can get what we need from him.
Confirm I.D.? It's me, damn it.
Hey. Akira.
Didn't you guys used to, you know,
Cosplay together?
Yeah.
[Keyboard clicking]
You dressed up as gold bikini Leia?
I lost a bet, okay?
Okay, yes.
We've 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 S.U.V.
[Suspenseful music]
♪
[Exhales] I have eyes on the Black Box.
[German accent] Wire the remaining funds.
The man is paid in full.
It's hard to believe that this drive
is worth $300 million to the Chancellor.
It's worth a lot more than that to the right person.
Ja, I have the Black Box.
I'm heading towards the rendezvous point.
Ja, cover story is in place.
What cover story?
(American accent) The one that explains
to the Chancellor why the box never made it to Berlin.
The leader just killed his own men.
He's on the move. I'm in pursuit.
[Tires squeal]
[Keyboard clicking] 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 B.N.D.
Well, 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.
I'm not sure I see the connection.
Yeah, me neither.
But I think I know someone who might.
You still have that bidding phone?
[Phone ringing]
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?
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.
But she told you who to approach
for the auction, right?
Pointed you towards Jaeger,
told you what to say to him?
The only thing she suggested for that guy
is I convince him with some quote.
Best weapon against an enemy is another enemy,
or something like that.
[Sighs]
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 collect a prize you won for her.
Congratulations, Sam.
[Phone beeps]
Glad to see that 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 that you're going to be
joining our team.
The box is an extra.
I hate hyperbole.
But I think it's fair to say
that 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?
Getting there.
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--
Is only one woman.
It's over.
Ma'am, the box is in the open.
Okay, 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.
[Phone beeps]
Now! [Beeping]
Go! Go!
[Alarm blaring]
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 'em open?
If they know how to short-circuit the lockdown,
maybe 15 minutes.
[Boom]
Or they'll just 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.
[Tires squealing]
[Rapid gunfire continues]
They're flanking left!
- Tell your men to back off. - What?
For our plan to work,
we need both Nikita and Michael alive.
[Bullets ricocheting]
[Sudden silence]
They stopped shooting.
[Car door slams, engine revs]
[Tires screech]
You 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 stayed here why?
[Alarm blaring]
I think it's time for plan "B".
You sure?
[Phone rings]
Nikita, we're here.
But not for long, unless you've got some good news.
The box is destroyed.
I'm sending a photo.
[Shutter clicks]
She got it. She got it.
Showing Vazquez is no good.
We gotta get this in front of the President.
[Computer beeps]
Picture's uploaded.
[Boom]
Whatever you're doing, do it faster.
Come on, akira.
[Computer beeps] There you are.
"One... Last... Favor.
I need all of your spam-bots."
Who are we spamming?
Toronto.
[Cell phones beeping, ringing, dinging]
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.
- Sure. - Sure.
[Alarm blaring]
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.
Lowlevel 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, Vazquez,
that file you read
is in desperate need of a revision.
[Phone rings]
You're gonna want to get that.
[Ringing continues]
[Phone beeps]
Madam President.
Let me speak with Fletcher.
You 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 Vazquez.
Yes, ma'am.
Understood.
Stand down.
[Exhales]
Whoo! [Cheers and laughter]
Yeah! [Chatter, laughter]
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.
It's only a matter of time before she regroups.
All right, shush, shush, shush, 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.
[Glasses clink]
Oh, for me?
And here I was coming to say good-bye.
It's been... fun.
[Laughs] Hey, thank you.
- Yeah. - For everything.
By the way, I had my guy at Toronto Harbor
look up Amanda's chopper.
It's registered to a Bellfar Systems.
Does that mean anything to you?
[Glass shatters]
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 Percies
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.
So what does she need them for?
Maybe they need her.
Somehow that seems so much worse.
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