Walt, breakfast!
Three more minutes.
It's getting cold. - I like it cold.
Don't stop or she dies.
- Wha... - Shh.
Faster.
Honey, come on.
Take one.
On your chest there.
The other.
Walt, hurry up.
Please, just...
I'll give you whatever you want. Just please don't hurt her.
I won't.
Walt, I'm not gonna ask you again.
Good morning, sir.
This call is to let you know your order has been filled.
Hmm.
Sell Brightling. All of it.
Can too much exercise kill you?
A 38-year-old Kansas man is dead this morning...
after suffering a heart attack on his treadmill.
Hey, this ain't no CIA, spyman.
You don't have to analyze every move. Hurry your ass up.
Walter Bendavid, the chief chemist for Brightiing Pharmaceutical...
leaves behind a wife, Tracy, and two young children.
Come on, killer, make your move.
Look, I told you, Jordan, I didn't kill anyone.
I was setup.
Yeah, and I didn't kill that snitch neither. Hey, where you going?
Walter Bend avid“...
"who sold and merged his research firm with Brightiing Pharmaceutical."
Huh.
Kevin. Kevin.
I need to make a phone call.
Who you wanna call, Fletcher? Mommy?
Actually, yeah.
I got a text from Birkhoff.
Said that he sent some photos of our new place.
It's by the water. Did you get them?
Cassandra left Belarus.
She says here she bought a place in London.
She wanted to get away during the government changeover.
Yeah. I don't blame her.
I have to go, Nikita, I have to do this.
- I know. - But you don't agree with me.
It's none of my business.
It's my son.
I have a son that no one told me about.
- Not his mother, not you. - Michael, Division is after us.
- If they know Max is your son... - That wasn't your choice to make.
Or Cassandra's.
You're right. But don't make this decision out of anger.
You want to go to London? Fine. What are you gonna do when you get there?
Max thinks his father died two weeks ago in Belarus.
What, are you gonna set him straight?
What is that noise?
Oh, my God. It's Ryan.
Bailor hasn't gotten back to me yet about your appeal.
I just sent him an email yesterday, let me read it to you.
No, that's okay, Mom.
I just wanted to hear your voice.
How are you?
You holding up?
I'm okay, I've just had a lot of time to reflect in here.
I keep thinking about the last time I spoke with Sam, the fight we had.
What the hell is he doing?
Sounds like he's talking to his mom.
No. He's talking to me.
Ryan, your brother loved you. You can't beat yourself up over that.
I know. I just wish I could see him one more time, you know?
Tell him I'm sorry.
There's so much I wanna tell him.
- He wants to meet me. - How do you figure?
When Ryan was at the CIA...
we brainstormed a few ideas on how to communicate.
One of the ideas was to tap his house phone, use code words.
- And that code is? - His brother. Sam.
He died in Afghanistan.
I just wish I could see him one more time, you know?
Tell him I'm sorry.
There's so much I want to tell him.
Send a grab team to the prison. He wants to meet Nikita.
Who is Ryan Fletcher?
A former CIA analyst who Nikita corrupted.
His actions led to the murder of three agents in Langley.
How'd she corrupt him? Money?
Sex.
- Alex, can I talk to you for a second? - Kind of busy right now.
With what? An op?
- Who's the target? - I am.
Gogol put out a hit on me, remember?
They know I killed their spokesman for Zetrov.
Yeah, but they don't know where you are.
Or who you are.
Ever since we left Belarus, I've felt like someone's tailing me.
I, uh, try to shake them off, I double back, no one's there.
And you feel like this is the safest place you can be?
This is where the guns are. I'm taking them home.
Don't wanna be in Division longer than I have to.
See, that's why I wanted to talk to you.
I have some questions I need to ask about Division.
And I think you're the only one who'll give me an honest answer.
You work for Oversight.
Can't you just order Amanda to give you answers?
Not if I want the truth.
Besides, I'm not asking for Oversight.
I'm asking for me.
Is there a difference?
Yeah.
Be vigilant.
Nikita may anticipate our presence and attempt a disguise.
You got five minutes, Fletcher.
Who are you?
Fletchy, don't tell me you already forgot about your old racquetball buddy.
It's me, Bob.
- Nikita? - What are you doing, Ryan?
I had a plan to get you out.
Making contact before then is dangerous.
Division will be watching you.
I know, but this can't wait.
I think I found out how Oversight makes their money.
Someone very smart, high enough up to give Division orders...
is using them to engineer specific events.
Events that seem unrelated on the surface, but when you add them up...
they can affect the stock market in ways that can't be easily proven.
Listen to me. Check out a riot in China six months ago...
a fire in Ireland four months back...
and a Brightiing chemist heart attack this morning.
Follow shell companies who benefited from the Brightiing stock drop.
And they'll lead you straight to Oversight.
Nice try.
- Where is she? - The girlfriend? I don't know.
Uh, she paid me two grand to come in here to talk to him.
- What did he tell her? - I couldn't follow.
Something about the Chinese wanting to take oversight of a factory.
If Ryan's right, if we cripple Oversight's funding...
we could end this sooner than we know.
If he's right.
Either way, he put himself in Division's crosshairs.
Amanda doesn't know I did my own digging on Ryan Fletcher.
The guy is a boy scout. Clean slate his entire career.
I'm supposed to believe Nikita seduced him...
into smuggling a neurotoxin into the CIA and he helped her kill three agents?
That's not what happened.
The neurotoxin was Percy's plan.
And those three dead agents?
One was a Division plant and he killed the other two.
The only thing that Nikita ever offered Ryan was the truth.
Why don't you know any of this stuff? I mean, didn't Oversight brief you...
on everything that went on inside Division?
Yeah, you'd think so, wouldn't you?
Exactly who are they?
Why are you working for them, anyway?
It's not like Division is wiretapping us out here.
You sure about that?
Someone's been tailing us for the last two minutes.
See, I told you I'm not crazy.
One o'clock.
See if you recognize him.
That's not Division, it's Gogol.
Wait. Don't.
We need to question him.
Operation Grey Rain. Division sparked a riot in Chiayi over a tainted water supply.
Big setback for Brightiing Pharmaceutical.
Chiayi is where they purify heparin, it's a blood-thinner.
- What about the factory fire in Ireland? - Operation Silent Cross.
Official story was some guy left his station unmanned.
Anyway, dozens of companies were affected by SorSteel's supply chain.
I give you one guess who their biggest client was.
Brightiing Pharmaceutical.
Birkhoff just hacked into the SEC database.
You ever heard of a company called...
TransWorld Consortium? No. Who are they?
Don't know.
They bought a million shares of Brightiing six months back.
Just covered their short when their stock hit a 52-week low.
The chemist who had a heart attack was the tipping point. Ryan was right.
If you could secretly control when a company failed...
Earnings would skyrocket. They're betting on the house to lose.
TransWorld Consortium, headquartered in Dover, Delaware.
336 Boyer Street. Suite 400.
According to the box...
each mission was authorized by the same member of Oversight.
Codename Midas.
How much do you wanna bet that's their money man?
If we scratch TransWorld, maybe he'll itch.
So you expect me to believe that a low- level CIA analyst figured all this out...
from his prison cell?
Ryan Fletcher's skill level is rare.
He can see patterns other analysts can't.
It's how he got on Division's radar.
You mean it's how Division got on his radar.
Your value is that you don't exist.
The members of Oversight don't have that luxury.
We have public profiles, and if this surfaces...
it is we who will be held accountable.
Fletcher won't be a problem.
Accidents happen all the time in prison.
No.
No, no, not yet.
I need to know how he spotted the pattern.
I worked too hard to make sure that wasn't possible.
I want a face to face with this rare genius.
And compromise your identity?
- You'd put us all at risk. - We're already at risk.
My cash-flow system worked well for years with no problems.
This kid comes along and starts spatting it in newspapers and magazines?
I need to know how so I can make sure it never happens again.
Then he can have his accident.
This is TransWorld Consortium?
It's the right address.
Evil corporations aren't what they used to be.
Can I help you?
Sorry to bother you, I think we have the wrong address.
Is this TransWorld Consortium?
Oh, now, that name does sound familiar.
Yes, I think they're in here.
Come on in. Well, come on in.
I'm surprised you rang the doorbell.
Nobody does that anymore.
Excuse me, but what exactly is this place?
Well, this is Dover Corporate Services.
I harbor P.O. boxes for companies who want to remain anonymous.
Is it legal to operate from your home?
In the great state of Delaware, you betcha.
Got my mortgage paid off, got me the satellite TV...
and Sampson, he's my cat, I give him salmon filets for dinner every night.
Heh, he's 21 pounds now. I spoil him.
Sampson, where you at, baby?
Kitty. Kitty, kitty, kitty. Where are you, boy?
- Suite 400. - Where are you? Are you hiding?
I'm looking for you. Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
Who wants a salmon filet?
Now, where'd you get to? Where you hiding?
Kitty. Kitty; Kin?
I got her.
You're Division?
I'm thinking this is the right place.
You betcha.
We need to know how many people they got.
Where their safe house is, how they tracked Alex.
Gogol trains their agents to resist all forms of interrogation.
I'd like to get my hands on their manual.
It may take some time just to learn his identity.
Yuri Lavrov.
His father was Artem Lavrov, a bodyguard of my father's.
He was shot down the night...
The night a Division strike team raided my home.
- Are you sure about that? - We grew up together.
We were friends.
If you knew him as a child, then he's aware you're Alexandra Udinov.
- Which means... - Sergei Semak knows you're still alive.
- Let me talk to him. - No. No, that's not a good idea.
You're personally invested. You will not be able to stay emotionally detached.
Neither will he.
Night count is complete. Rack them.
Thought we weren't allowed to transit past lights out.
Shut up and keep moving.
Jonathan Gaines.
- I'd ruled you out. - Excuse me?
Didn't think Oversight would have members from the private sector.
You mustn't forget I was chairman of the SEC.
Yeah, your country thanks you for your service.
I guess it makes sense, though.
There's only so many dollars one can divert from Pentagon black budgets...
until it gets suspicious. Oversight needs love from Wall Street...
to keep them plotting in style. That's where you come along.
You're like a dog with a bone, aren't you?
I read your company file. The boy with the crystal ball.
Nobody wants to hear what I see in there.
No. Government conspiracies can be very demoralizing.
No one needs that right now.
But hey, I was interested in how you read the tea leaves on me.
- How'd you spot the pattern? - Was it supposed to be hard?
Don't sell yourself short. I designed that system to be invisible.
Well, let's just say you're not as clever as you think you are.
If I can spot the pattern, somebody else can.
I don't think so.
I think you're special.
That's why I'm gonna make you this offer.
One call from me and you bounce from here tomorrow.
To a minimum security prison.
Where you won't have to worry about dropping the soap.
So Oversights got someone in the Justice Department, that's good to know.
Always working.
It's time to take a break, Fletcher, start thinking about your future.
The second you showed your face, I knew my future was over tonight.
You wanna know my system? It's pretty simple.
I pick up your trail, I point it out to Nikita...
and she follows it straight to your door.
My only regret is I won't be there to see you get your ass kicked.
You're a dead man, Gaines.
Right back at you.
- How much they paying you for this? - Enough.
We got it. Birkhoff crunched the numbers...
on those spreadsheets we snagged from TransWorld.
Half the profit was taken by a single hedge fund.
But the rest of it just disappears.
- Who runs the fund? - Jonathan Gaines.
Former chairman of the SEC, turned Wall Street wolf.
Midas. Oversight's piggy bank.
We snag him, we hit them where it hurts.
What is it?
Something's coming over the news wire about Ryan.
"Attacks prison guard."
Division tried to kill him, but he was ready for them. What are you doing?
Amanda won't fail twice. We have to get him out.
He'll be moved to the infirmary. The plan won't work.
Then we change the plan.
You all right? I heard you were involved in a shooting.
I'm fine.
I want to know who called the hit on Ryan Fletcher.
Called the hit?
- You make us sound like criminals. - Who.
The group voted on it.
That's what I thought.
Tell the group I resign. I'm calling Major Clark and going to Camp Pendleton.
I refuse to be part of an operation that murders innocent civilians.
Agent Fletcher made himself an enemy of the state...
when he chose to work with Nikita.
The sanction was necessary.
Can the doublespeak, will you? I'm not 12 years old anymore.
You've got a good heart, Sean.
Your father would be proud to see how far you've come.
I know I am.
I don't like this any more than you do, but we were forced into it.
You weren't forced.
Fletcher uncovered Division's dirt and now you're trying to bury it.
The only reason there's dirt to uncover...
is because we allowed Percy to spiral out of control.
I'm done trying to clean up your mess. Let Amanda do it.
I don't think she can.
Her failure to contain Nikita only proves that.
We need someone at Division who can right the ship.
Provide real course correction. Who better than a Navy man?
Mother, if you think that you can convince me to take over...
Division needs new leadership.
Someone who won't play games with us. Someone straight and true.
And I can't imagine anyone who's better suited.
I won't consider anything until the hit on Ryan Fletcher is called off.
I'll see what I can do.
Privet, Yuri.
You look the same.
Older...
but the same.
Are there any of our other friends running around out there...
trying to shoot me?
You don't have any friends.
Not anymore.
In the park, you called me a traitor.
Why?
I am sorry for that.
I know it's not your fault.
What exactly do you think you know, Yuri?
I will not tell your Division anything.
You're not talking to Division. You're talking to me.
Look at me, Yuri.
It's me, Alexandra.
We used to play Boaire together in the backyard, remember?
What happened?
My father died protecting your father. That was his job.
They told us there were no survivors that night...
that the Udinovs were dead.
I left school to work.
I was 14, an orphan, until bratva took me in.
When I turned 17, I get call from company.
From Zetrov.
They say, "We have been watching you."
We knew your father, he was a good man. Strong.
"There is a job for you in our security department."
- Gogol. - They have been my family.
Five years now.
But I only learned the truth about you two weeks ago.
The truth?
That you were spared by Division that night...
and brought back here to be raised by them.
Brainwashed to be their doll. To one day return to take over Zetrov.
You would claim it in the name of Nikolai Udinov...
but secretly, you would take your orders from your American masters.
I don't hate you, Alexandra...
I pitty you.
I volunteered to be part of the team that hunts you down...
to put you out of your misery.
I came here to give you mercy.
Coming from Sussex? - Yeah.
I don't know why he's getting the upgrade, but he is.
What happened to his eye?
He ran into a door.
I said she looked pretty, bitch hit me in the face.
Mind if I take him down to the infirmary for processing, clean him up a little?
- Yeah, go ahead. - Thanks.
I'll radio when it's clear.
We're clear. I'm on my way.
Hey!
Sussex has no record of a Michael Flynn. Or you.
What...?
- Let me see your badge again. - Yeah.
Ryan?
Ryan, can you hear me?
Ryan, Ryan.
Ryan, stay with me, okay? Ryan, can you hear me?
- Gaines. - I know.
- Gaines. - I know, we'll get him, okay? I promise.
I know.
You're good for it.
Ryan?
Ryan? Ryan?
No.
252, what's your status?
No. No.
Nikita, you gotta get out of there.
252, come in.
252, report in, what is your 20?
Nikita.
- Nikita. - Drink your tea. It's good for recovery.
Division knows we've ID'd Gaines. They'll be waiting for us.
Two escort teams, at least.
And Roan.
Let's hope so.
Listen, we can nail Gaines on our own schedule.
Oversight will move him tonight, if they haven't already.
He'll hop from one island to another for the next 20 years. We won't find him.
He will answer to me tonight.
Okay. I'm going with you.
You're wounded.
- I can still pull the trigger. - Michael, you're not going.
What are you gonna do? Handcuff me to a chair?
- No. - Whoa.
Damn it.
What did you do?
- I have to do this, okay? - What did you...?
I have nothing to lose. You have a son who may need you one day.
I'm not going to be the one who takes that away from you.
I love you too much.
Yuri, everything you have been fed is a lie.
It was Semak who was behind the massacre that night.
The attack by Division was his alibi...
to make him look like a hero in the aftermath.
It was Semak who made a deal to take over Zetrov.
- This is what they taught you. - No, this is the truth.
Listen to me. Division did not save me that night.
It was one of their agents, a rogue agent, Nikita.
A rogue agent who was part of the strike team?
Yeah, but she hadn't gone rogue yet. This was... This was a year before that.
She made a decision that night to save me.
She had never disobeyed one of their orders before.
So Nikita saved you, from Division, who's trying to kill you.
This is the same Division that we are in right now.
I know how that sounds...
but I'm not working for Division.
I'm just using their resources to get to Semak.
To take over Zetrov.
No. I don't care about that.
I just want revenge for my family.
And for yours. And for everyone who died that night.
Division tried to kill you, and now they help you?
I know that it sounds...
And this Nikita, where is she? Is she even real?
- Yuri... - Where is she?
She's trying to attack Division.
- I'm not with her anymore. - Why?
Because she...
- Because she killed my papa. - Oh, so now she killed Nikolai.
Now, was this before or after she saved you?
No, she...
It was self-defense. She didn't have a choice.
She had her reasons to lie.
Everyone lies.
They have their claws so deep in you, you do not know what to believe.
Ryan Fletcher's dead. You said you were gonna call it off.
I brought it before the Group, but I couldn't convince them to see your way.
They sided with Gaines.
So Fletcher dies and Gaines just walks away.
No, not quite.
Nikita knows who he is, so we're gonna send him out of the country tonight.
He'll spend the rest of his life in exile.
Where he can keep consulting for you, and making money for Oversight.
- Where are you going? - To turn him in.
- You can't do that. - Yeah, I can.
I'll be ready in five.
Shh.
- Ryan Fletcher says hi. - Wait, wait, wait.
Before he died, he was trying to name the members of Oversight.
Guess what you're gonna do.
- I give you those names, I'm a dead man. - Works for me.
Where's Gaines?
- What are you doing here? - Just answer the question.
I can't.
You will. Start talking.
- Let him go. - Get back.
Shoot her, damn it. Shoot her.
Nikita.
I know Ryan Fletcher is innocent. Just let him answer in a court of law.
Drop your guns, I will.
Nikita's taken Gaines hostage, she's using him as a body shield.
How should we proceed?
I have to check with Oversight. Hold.
Kill them both.
You want names?
Senator Madeline Pier...
What the hell were you thinking, drugging me like that?
- I was trying to protect you. - You almost got yourself killed.
Look, uh, avenging Ryan was my mission.
No, there's no "my" anymore, only ours.
As in, we share the losses, the risks, and most of all, the decisions.
- I was thinking about you. - No, you made the decision for me.
Do you ever stop to think how I would feel if I lost you?
You have no idea how much you mean to me, Nikita.
No idea.
You ever pull a stunt like that again...
we're through.
Jonathan Gaines, former SEC Chairman turned Wall Street tycoon...
was gunned down tonight by an outraged investor...
in his Manhattan penthouse.
Shocking Wall Street and investors across the country.
- How are you feeling? - Better.
Listen, um, about Yuri...
Yes, I wanna talk to you about that.
I'd like another chance to talk with him.
- Alex... - He's not a real threat...
he's just been lied to by Semak.
Most of the people that work for Zetrov think I'm dead...
and the ones that know that I'm alive think that I'm a threat.
I can make him see the truth, I know I can.
And once...
Once we do, we can turn him on our side.
Yuri's been canceled.
What?
I'm sorry.
I can't allow a direct attack against us go unpunished.
Especially on our own soil.
We need to send our enemies a message.
No.
He's not an enemy, he's...
He's a kid.
It's all right.
You're about to learn how Division takes care of their own.
This facility is impenetrable, its location unknown to Gogol.
It's too dangerous for you to return to your apartment...
or to move anywhere without an armed escort.
When the threat against you has been neutralized, you'll be the first to know.
In the meantime, the safest place for you is right here...
inside these walls.
The loss of Jonathan Gaines has created a threat to the future of Oversight.
Wish I could say I was sorry.
Is it true you fired the first shot?
Why?
For the same reason I'll be going back to Division.
Gaines told Nikita your name, which means you are next on her list.
I may not agree with what you're doing, but you are my mother.
And I will do whatever it takes to protect you.
Just know this...
after I take down Nikita, after I make sure you're safe...
I'm out.
Julianne?
Yes?
I was a friend of your... I was a friend of Ryan's.
Your son, he was a hero.
Welcome to Division.
I don't understand.
Sometimes it's hard to see all the angles, even for someone as talented as you.
For all intents and purposes, you are dead.
No one knows you are here, no one will be coming to rescue you.
Your continued survival depends...
on how well you're able to put your skills to work for Division.
I don't need a rescue.
I need you to finish what you started and kill me.
After all the effort I went through to fake your death?
It was a waste of time. I'm never gonna help you. Ever.
I think you will.
You see, I only want you to do the same thing you've been doing all along.
Finding out a way to take down Oversight.