I only need one of you.
Did Nikita send you?
Or Michael?
Where is your hit team?
Or is it a precision strike squad?
Heh. Or does Division not believe in that kind of killing anymore?
I'd heard they'd gone soft.
Redemption, forgiveness...
Whatever stooge the president put in charge has no clue what Division is about.
You want forgiveness?
I forgive you.
Yeah.
Thousands gathered to celebrate the special election...
of Alexi Markov...
as president of the Republic of Uzbekistan.
His swift rise to power came on the heels of the sudden death...
of former President Zelensky last month.
This guy was Division?
To the world, he's Alexi Markov.
To us...
Edward.
Sent into deep cover six years ago to infiltrate the People's Liberty Movement...
Uzbekistan's main opposition party.
- How the hell did he become... - Master of his domain?
A little luck, a lot of cojones.
He carved a role for himself as the party's enforcer.
Wormed his way up the ranks.
When the PLM rose to power last month, he found himself a heartbeat away.
He made sure that heart didn't beat very long.
One of the Dirty Thirty is the leader of a foreign country.
My God. This is a disaster.
We talked about these rogues being loose cannons. This one's a loose nuke.
At least we know where. We head to Uzbekistan.
You and what army? Because this guy literally has an army.
He already wiped out our advance team. He'll be on high alert.
This can't be an away game.
He's got a White House state visit next week.
That's our window, when he's in our backyard.
Tricky. If a leader dies on American soil, whether real or fake, it'll look suspicious.
That's why he's not going to die.
We take him, swap him with a double, then plot his death on our own timeline.
I have read the files. I know Division's done this before.
With carefully selected assets, months of vetting and plastic surgery.
We don't have the time.
Unless you ask the president to delay the meeting.
The president? What do I tell her when she asks why?
- That she's helping us get a target. - I'm not telling the president...
that a rogue Division agent is running Uzbekistan.
We intercept Markov after he arrives in the States...
but before he gets to the White House.
I want ConOps and mission breakdown on my desk by close of play.
I'm just gonna say it.
There are lots of brands of decaf that are as tasty as the real thing.
I say we make the switch.
There's still a little piece of my head you didn't bite off...
in case you want seconds.
I know. I'm sorry. But this is a volatile situation.
We realize that. We all know how high the stakes are.
You need to trust that we know what we're doing and we won't let you down.
Can you do that?
Of course.
Okay.
But, I mean, based on how tightly wound you've been lately, I'm not so sure.
I'm not just talking about today.
Birkhoff and Sonya came to me with something.
Amanda knew exactly when the attack on Medical went down.
Knew how?
The bad version? Somebody told her.
A mole.
I guess we shouldn't be surprised.
Probably too much to hope that this was one big happy ship.
The Titanic was a happy ship, right until the end.
Why don't you put Alex on it? She has experience with this.
Right. Takes a mole to catch a mole.
You sure that's all?
The Markov situation isn't helping.
I knew these rogues would be trouble. I had no idea how much.
Don't worry about it. We'll catch this guy.
Talk to Birkhoff and Sonya.
They'll get you access to the entire network.
- But keep it quiet. - Right. Sneaky sneak.
Question anybody you think is of interest.
Yeah? Where are you going?
Except me.
Ryan Fletcher.
Did anyone see you enter the tunnels?
No. Maybe someday I'll get to use the front door.
Madam President.
Gentlemen, let's make this quick.
This PDB highlights the incident at Senator Herek's rally...
as a matter for concern.
An earlier briefing flagged the theft of an experimental explosive from...
Fort Granville.
Fort Granville as the work of possible coverts.
- Madam President, in both cases we... - I threw them off the scent.
I told them that we had more important work to do. Which we do.
We are making progress.
We've brought down serious threats. We have strong leads on others.
My priority is running this country.
This week I am hosting a delegation from Uzbekistan...
because they finally have a president willing to work with us.
That is the work this administration must do.
I can't let the specter of some rogue black-ops group overshadow that.
If the public gets even a hint of what Division has done...
my entire agenda becomes an afterthought.
- Do you understand what I'm saying? - Yes, I do.
And we are working on improving our containment strategies.
We are scrubbing the place clean of Percy's legacy.
Was Percy really the problem?
Excuse me?
Or is Division the disease itself?
- Evan. - Ma'am, you have to be politic, I don't.
- What does that mean? - You know what it means.
Special Forces have been placed on ready alert.
We made a deal.
Commander Danforth is not saying this has to happen.
But you need to know that it will happen if necessary.
Within minutes of the scramble order, they'll raid your compound, scrub it clean.
The objective was closing Division discreetly.
The objective isn't being met.
So you go the other way? With an attack so loud it can't be covered up?
The cover story's prewritten. Dead assassins can't contradict it.
Evan, stop. The only person that can give that order is me...
and I'm not giving it yet.
The purpose of this meeting was to get on the same page and get our priorities clear.
Fletcher is promising to color within the lines.
Danforth is saying keep your junk in your pants, or we'll cut it off.
Is that politic enough?
The next time we hear of Division in a negative light...
will be the last time we hear of Division.
How the hell are we gonna get this guy?
His security profile's pretty solid.
Once his guards turn him in to the Secret Service, he's untouchable.
The White House is the end zone. Can't let him in.
The most secure building in the world? That's kind of a nonstarter.
That leaves his hotel.
He's there one night before he meets the president.
Even if we grab him there, how will we replace him?
Ah, the miracle of science.
It's an electroactive polymer.
Changes shape when you run a current through it.
DARPA's been developing it to create artificial muscle for wounded soldiers.
If you have detailed enough data, you can achieve...
A mask.
- Is that you? - Mm-hm. It's pretty, ain't it?
A perfect replica.
The same tone and consistency as real skin and muscle.
Who's gonna wear it?
Someone the same height and build as Markov.
Someone who speaks Russian and has experience in cover missions.
- You? - Duh.
Only hitch is, we need ultra-detailed measurements...
to get this thing to work.
Which means a laser scan of Markov's face.
It should take two hours.
So we need two hours between grabbing Markov and replacing him.
I mean, me.
So I can see how we get to him, but extraction?
It's not gonna be easy transporting him out of there, not quietly.
We don't have to transport him.
He's gonna transport himself.
How's whack-a-mole?
Ryan brought me up to speed.
I'm glad. I could use your help. I've been scanning server traffic.
Find anything?
No. I've checked for incursions, but all the packet filters are intact.
If anyone hacked in, they covered it up well.
Look for a protocol-wrapped tunnel.
A shell program? First thing Seymour had me do.
I told him it'd be pretty obvious and he got all huffy.
I don't know what's worse for Birkhoff.
The fact that someone pulled one over on him, or that it was me and Nikita.
- Someone's breached an internal firewall. - Contacting someone on the outside?
No. They're on an older server.
Archived records, low-level data.
The access point is Medical. Whoever's doing this is there right now.
Nikki's on approach.
Detaching from glider now.
Ops, Nikita. Touchdown.
Copy that. Target's in the zone.
You're looking for the HVAC unit on the southeast corner.
Tap the number-three line.
Got it.
All right. Is he ready for room service?
Almost.
Bring me back some of those chocolates, will you?
They'll be on your pillow tonight.
Thanks.
Sprucing the place up?
Making it homier.
No, they're retrofitting the place with new biocontainment safeties.
Because of Amanda's sarin gas attack.
The gift that keeps on giving.
Hey, guys, you wanna give us a couple of minutes? Thanks.
- What's up? - Still having problems with your memories?
No change, if that's what you mean.
Must be frustrating knowing Amanda's got all the answers.
Probably tempting to try and reach out.
What are you talking about?
A restricted server was breached from this location.
Did anyone ask you to go looking for something?
Yeah, I was hunting. For information on my past.
Nikita's file had nothing, so I searched the archive.
On a classified volume. How did you break in?
Just because I was a cleaner, doesn't mean I didn't go through the rest of the training.
I didn't realize you were watching me.
Hey, hey, hey.
- Why are you asking about Amanda? - Can't be too careful.
If you're worried about her getting into the system, why monitor internal traffic?
You think she has a mole.
That's it, isn't it?
Let me help you find him.
Hey. Wake up.
There's a comm in your ear. That's why you can hear me.
In your mouth is a modified M67 frag grenade.
Which is now armed.
Do exactly as I say or you're gonna have a very, very unhappy dentist.
Ah. No, no, no. I wouldn't do that if I were you.
There's a bag next to you. In it is a rappelling harness.
There's a line outside the window. Get to the street. Don't let security see you.
Oh. Also, you have three minutes.
Hands.
Stupid bitch.
Do you even know what you've done?
Taken a murdering psychopath with delusions out of commission?
Am I in the ballpark?
- This could lead to Amanda. - I can't talk about this.
You said it yourself, Amanda has answers about my past.
- Shut up. Seriously, shut up. - I won't let you...
You hear that?
Get in the car.
You have ensured the destruction of Division.
Is everyone okay?
Yeah. Owen and Alex were the only ones here. They got clear.
We're fine.
How long before we have to get Markov back?
Four hours, tops.
Let's get him to Birkhoff's. Start the scan. We gotta get you changed.
We have to sample his vocals.
Traces of corrosive on the edge.
This was planned.
You sure?
I know my acids.
That mole does not wanna be found.
- You weren't supposed to say anything. - I didn't tell him, he guessed.
Why do I get the feeling you all think I'm an idiot?
Pull all the duty rosters, find out who had access and start questioning them.
If anybody asks, this was an accident.
Everyone's jumpy already.
Go to the arms locker, get a sidearm.
The mole knows you're on the hunt.
Once the mapping's done, it shouldn't take long to shape the polymer.
Sampling of his vocals are complete. How's the hair going?
On it.
Right.
So...
- how long will you be in cover? - Couple of weeks.
Long enough to go to Uzbekistan and arrange a nice natural death.
I gotta say, I'm not really crazy about you leaving for so long.
We've been apart before.
Not since we've been engaged.
It makes a difference, huh?
- Surprisingly, yes. - Ah.
Pitiful.
Percy gave you a gift.
A new life. A chance to serve your country, and what did you do?
Stop him from moving. He'll screw up the scan.
You betrayed him. You turned your back on your duty, and for what?
To play house?
Division used to stand for something. Now what do they do?
Hunt down and kill their own.
You had a chance to do the right thing and turn yourself in.
I did the right thing. With a little help from Amanda.
Amanda?
- She helped me craft a message for you. - What message?
You know me as Alexi Markov, duly-elected president of Uzbekistan.
But for 10 years, I was an undercover operative...
with a covert American black-ops group known as Division.
My public background and my life, it's a lie.
I was placed in this country to spy on and disrupt local government...
through murder, torture and violence.
Just like I spied on and disrupted other governments...
some of them U.S. allies.
The file has a text attachment, with names, dates, places.
This video gets released to every major media outlet...
unless I give my people a password every morning.
Let me go, or in a few hours, Division will be exposed to the world.
And the full force and fury of the U.S. military will be turned on you.
That's a nice bluff.
I think he knows it's not a bluff.
Ryan? That's not gonna happen, is it?
How did you find out?
Amanda assumed the president would have a kill contingency in her pocket.
- What the hell is this guy talking about? - It's okay.
I don't want that video out there any more than you do.
How would I go back to being president?
So I'm gonna make you a deal.
Once I sign this military aid agreement with President Spencer...
billions of U.S. dollars will be flowing into Uzbekistan.
Once I skim my fair share off the top...
you'll never hear from me again.
So let me go.
And hurry up, eh?
I gotta clean up before I meet the prez.
Get him ready for transport back to the hotel.
You can't be serious.
Tell me this isn't true.
- You're playing some kind of con. - Nikita.
What's he mean, the government will destroy Division?
The president made it clear she can't let Division become a liability.
If it does, Special Forces will come in here and wipe us out.
Unlike the Marines sent to attack last time, these troops are fully prepped...
with complete floor plans and a full roster of every agent and where they live.
Rosters? How could they get them?
I gave it to them.
It was the price for sparing this place the first time.
Look, the president had to have a contingency.
A contingency? You're talking about mass murder.
- How could you keep this from me? - Because that's my job.
Do you wanna do it?
I didn't think so.
We will get Markov another day.
But today, we have to let him go.
I'll give your best to the president.
Uzbekistan's army, how big is it?
You're gonna need every last man to stop me from getting you.
Those are big words. And for what?
Your pathetic new Division is not worth saving.
If we have any more questions, we'll be in touch.
This is going nowhere. Anyone could have gotten to that oxygen tank.
Don't they restrict access to the sublevels anymore?
No. We let people move around more freely now.
Oh. Good.
Because I may move. You know, get out of here.
Gas attacks, explosions...
I was safer in a Russian prison.
Well, if you hadn't been there today, I would be dead.
Actually, I wasn't supposed to be there today.
How could anyone have planned for that?
You weren't the target.
- Who would want you dead? - In here? Who wouldn't?
I was a Reaper.
I killed agents and their loved ones.
That's why Percy kept me out of here for so many years.
What are you doing?
Cross-referencing your mission files with the duty roster.
Do you recognize any of these names?
Yeah.
I'm telling you, I can find the source video.
We have the cryptograph we nabbed from Amanda.
- I can get into any system... - Birkhoff.
I can get into any system in the world with that thing.
We delete all the copies of the video...
neutralize the threat.
Markov makes another video.
You got a better idea?
There aren't any better ideas.
Yes, there is. We run. We tell everyone here...
their government is trying to kill them. Then we open the barn doors.
You can't be serious. And have 300 agents panic and go rogue?
Or what? Wait to be slaughtered?
It's not gonna come to that.
Can you guarantee that?
Are you giving me your word, Ryan?
I got another idea.
We tell our story to the press. We go loud enough...
the government won't risk touching us.
- Too much scrutiny. - No.
- Why not? - Won't work.
- Why not? - Because we're criminals, Michael.
There's a reason the president doesn't trust us.
Most of us are ex-prisoners. Some are convicted killers.
They'd send us back to where we were.
For me, that's death row.
Maybe they're right.
Maybe we can never change who we are.
You have to trust...
You have lost the right to ask for my trust.
Nikita. Nikita.
Let her be.
For your own safety.
I ain't going back to prison, man.
I'm putting together an accident report. CARL: Okay.
You've been working in Medical this week?
Yeah, I've been upgrading the biofilters.
Right. Do you know Owen?
Excuse me?
Owen. The patient in Medical.
No.
Owen used to carry out what Percy called "internal sanctions."
Which basically means killing other agents.
I had Owen look through some old files.
He remembered your name from a mission profile a few years ago.
Something about you having a relationship with another agent.
I can't remember her name. Um...
Uh, was it, um...?
Julia. Her name was Julia.
Right, Julia.
I canceled her.
Owen, we agreed I would handle this.
Percy gave the order...
but I carried it out.
You're right to target me.
Hold on, hold on.
Carl, drop it! Owen, move!
Drop the knife! Now!
Drop it.
Drop the knife!
- Alex? Alex? - Nikita, stay back. Nikita.
Carl's the one who sabotaged Medical.
- Do you know what he's done? - Yes, I do. Believe me, I do.
Then you know why he has to die.
Listen to me. Owen's a different person now.
No, he isn't.
He's Division. That part of you never changes.
You wanna kill me?
- Go ahead. - Owen.
If we really can't change, then you're right.
I don't deserve to live.
There's a lot of my past I don't remember.
Some people say I should be able to live with that.
But I can't.
I need to remember.
The good...
and especially the bad.
Otherwise, how am I gonna make up for my sins?
So yeah.
I remember Julia.
I remember her apartment.
She wore a blue shirt with yellow flowers.
And she fought.
She fought so hard.
It should have been me.
She didn't deserve that.
She didn't deserve it.
No one does.
I'm sorry.
The last head of Division lied to me too. He's dead now.
Percy was lying to protect himself. I was trying to protect all of you.
You lost everyone's trust and let the bad guy get away.
We've still got another shot at Markov. We've got time until he gets his money.
Time to figure out how to bring him in.
No, we don't.
I used the cryptograph to get into Markov's personal server. Found this.
By now the world knows that President Spencer's dead.
What you don't know is why I had to kill her.
It was her fear and cowardice that led directly to the murder...
of a truly great leader.
Percy was a patriot and a visionary.
He took me from the gutters and made me one of the elites.
Someone who could do anything.
I owe my life to Percy. He's the greatest man I've ever known.
We got a diehard Percy loyalist on a suicide run.
It's scheduled to hit in six hours.
He prerecorded this. He could snap her neck at any second.
He became president of Uzbekistan just to get into range.
Where's Markov now?
Motorcade already left the hotel.
White House itinerary calls for the greeting ceremony in three hours.
What are you doing?
- Warning the president. - Whoa, whoa, no.
You tell her the truth about Markov, she triggers the attack on Division.
Tell him, Mikey.
We have a duty to our country.
Screw the country. I'm not becoming SEAL chow.
Then I suggest you join Nikita and start running.
No one's running.
- You're right, Birkhoff. - Damn straight.
You tell her the truth, they'll kill us.
We say nothing, he kills her.
No. We are going to stop Markov.
Division is going to save the president's life without her knowing her life was in danger.
Because she is wrong about us.
We have changed.
Not that I haven't seen you do the impossible...
but how exactly are we planning on doing this?
Same as before.
We grab him, make the switch, fake his death later.
But he's headed for the White House now.
So are we.
Okay, I'm in the White House security system...
courtesy of the cryptograph.
I'm gonna miss that little beauty. Sure we gotta give her up?
Unless you got a better idea how to get an audience with the president on short notice.
Ryan Fletcher.
Okay.
Here we go.
Guys, another 500 yards...
then turn east. That will dump you out in the main artery.
Good thing I mapped out this level during the underground-nuclear-reactor situation.
"Yes, Birkhoff, good job."
Shut up, Birkhoff.
Birkhoff, we clear?
Good to go.
- Anyone on the radar? - No.
What's Markov's 20?
Markov is approaching the Diplomatic Reception Room.
This is Rover One. VIP has arrived. He's in the DRR.
President Markov.
On behalf of the president, welcome to the White House.
Thank you.
I am most eager to meet the president.
She's very eager to meet you.
- Madam President? - Wait.
I'm sorry, but this is a matter of national security.
I'll be a few minutes.
This is the cryptograph.
Division recently recovered it.
How's it look?
So cool.
Okay, Mikey.
Secret Service office is just up to the right.
Do you have a visual on VIP?
Affirmative.
- Did you give him clearance to Blue sector? - Negative.
Bring him here. We need to sort this out.
Excuse me, sir? Would you come with me?
- Are we going to see the president? - Not just yet.
With its ability to hack into any computer in the world...
the cryptograph can be a powerful weapon.
That's great. Get it over to NSA.
I also believe recovering the cryptograph is proof of Division's benefit...
not just with regards to the rogue agents.
This isn't high school. You don't get extra credit.
- Just pointing out we're on the right path. - We can discuss this later.
Sorry, we have an ongoing security incident.
You're gonna have to stay here.
President Markov, thank you for coming.
What is this about?
You understand we need to investigate any uncleared incursions...
into restricted sections of the White House.
What does this have to do with me?
I was just wondering how you got into this area.
What?
Okay, Markov is with the Secret Service.
I'm going to draw them away with a distraction.
You should have a 30-second window of opportunity.
Copy that, 30 seconds.
I've wiped your images on the cameras.
If it was due to a breakdown in security, we need to make sure it's addressed.
Ridiculous. Take care of your business on your own time.
Sir, if you don't mind...
Oh, no, that's not good.
Killer in the White House! Killer in the White House!
- What happened? - He took out the agents.
He's making tracks to the Oval Office.
He's armed. Whatever you're gonna do, do it now.
We just brought an assassin within 50 yards of the president.
Hey, Eddie.
There you are.
Get away from me. Get away from me!
They're coming back this way.
Go. I got him.
He's down this way. Something's wrong with him.
Find out where his chief of staff is.
President Markov, sir.
They dragged me into a room. It was like the refugee camps.
Come on, Nikki, get out of there. Come on.
Sir, just calm down. Tell us what happened.
What happened? Where am I?
Security has contained the situation.
President Markov had some kind of post-traumatic stress episode.
He attacked two agents. It's under control now.
- Not clean... - How is he?
I should leave.
Guys, Nikita's in the northwest corridor.
Birkhoff, we're clear.
Copy that.
Only 10 days after his first visit to the U. S...
“President Alexi Markov of Uzbekistan...
has died from a ruptured brain aneurysm.
His unexpected death brings a dramatic end...
to a growing scandal regarding his recent election.
Last week, multiple reports of voting improprieties surfaced...
calling into question the results that swept him into power.
The scandal was a nice touch.
Figured it would deter anyone from looking too closely into the death.
- Was it hard to find the evidence? - Not when you're the president.
You guys can count the video dead and buried too.
I fed a worm into Markov's servers.
Anything with a whiff of that guy's gone.
Might be a few side effects, though.
Ahem. The entire country's gonna be without Internet for the next couple days.
Possibly Afghanistan too.
Apply the ointment for two weeks. Let me know if there's any pain.
Thanks.
- You're lucky scars are sexy. - Yeah?
I could go find Carl and ask him to grab his knife again.
No. That's just being greedy.
Okay.
- Can I ask you something? - Yeah.
What you told Carl about Julia...
Do you remember that much about all of your victims?
If I don't remember them, who will?
What's the butterfly?
I don't talk about that one.
Some memories I like to keep for myself.
Or maybe I used to catch bugs as a kid. Who knows? My memory's shot.
Right.
I gotta go. Try and stay out of trouble.
I Will.
When I agreed to run Division...
I told the president I couldn't do it without you.
All of you. And that is still true.
So if I no longer have your support...
I will step down immediately, no questions asked.
This was never about our support.
This is about trust, Ryan.
You didn't have to carry this burden alone.
If I told you when we started this that the president had a gun to our heads...
how would you have reacted?
The real question is how would everyone else in Division react?
Exactly.
Under Percy, it was obey or die.
I come in and promise a way out...
then people learn there's one small catch.
There'd be no predicting their actions. A lot of people in here are volatile.
Tell me about it.
We're just supposed to keep this on the low?
For now.
I know we're not all one big happy family, but we are in this together.
For better or worse.
I need to believe it's for the better.
If we continue hunting the Dirty Thirty, we have to do it smarter, quieter.
Forget small footprint, it's gotta be no footprint.
So can we do this?
Let's find out.
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