You miss me?
I don't even know what questions to ask right now.
Core systems are intact.
Power, ventilation, security.
The trunk line was cut, but someone's fixing that.
Communication should be restored in a few hours.
Sonya wrangled a couple people to help her restore the internal servers...
but ShadowNet's toast.
I can rebuild it, but we're talking weeks, maybe months.
How many stayed?
Fourteen.
Along with eight dead. Including Sean.
So 14.
Owen has the black box.
He and Amanda talked about selling it. That's all we know now.
- Owen? - He isn't Owen anymore.
He's Sam.
Amanda erased his memories and turned him into Owen.
Yeah, Owen is Sam now, and Sam is a total freaking psycho.
You missed a lot.
What about Alex?
- Is she in holding? - More like hiding.
She left with the others after we found Sean.
She shoot him too?
Ryan...
What Alex did...
all of this is because of a seed that Amanda planted.
She sold her on the danger everyone was in so Alex felt she needed to save everyone.
No matter what the consequence.
She seemed better after everyone left.
Like Amanda's conditioning had run its course...
after she got everyone out.
But Sean's death wasn't a part of the plan.
And when she found out what she was responsible for...
it broke her.
Hey! Get back here.
Get over here, man!
I have to find her.
What happens when you do?
- You can't know what Amanda did to her. - I don't know what Amanda did to me.
I was in that chair too, Ryan.
- What? - You missed a lot.
Nikita, we should go to Medical, get that checked.
We gave Alex a full brain and body scan when she got back from South Ossetia.
- Didn't find anything. - I just don't have time for this.
For what it's worth, I still feel like myself.
Okay, well, where should we start looking?
You should stay here. Get a line on Amanda and Owen and the black box.
- I'll be back with Alex as soon as I can. - How do you know where to find her?
- Same place I found her four years ago. - A lot has changed since then.
I confronted Alex. She shot me.
You didn't know about Amanda's head trip. I do.
I'm ready.
Ready for what?
To have a long-overdue conversation.
There you go. Keep it moving, now. Keep it moving.
For the vision I foresaw.
To segregate from all y'all.
Swine pigs, scum Creatures who eat dung
**** happens I ain't comprehending your pig Latin.
Hold up. Hold up, pretty.
Victory is like taking a sneeze With open eyes.
You don't look like you belong here.
Impossible No kidding me.
How you inherit my campaign.
Don't smell like it either.
So how'd you find out about this place?
- What are you, taking a survey? - Yeah.
I wanna know how our marketing plan is working.
So, what was it? Internet, billboards, vice squad?
I'm not a cop.
Thank you for your patronage.
You need anything else, you just let me know.
Just to be alone.
Hey. There's a room at the end that's empty. You can have that.
No extra charge.
All dogs go to heaven All **** go to church.
All real **** painting the future Ain't scared of dirt on their hands.
The only feeling that makes sense ls if the people feel you.
Got me thinking I'll persuade her to get her friend.
We'll go double Dutch Hey, man, jump in.
Might sound crazy But it's nothin'
My life is amazing You think I'm bluff in'?
Keep tellin' me to chill and use discretion.
Drug abusin', movin' reckless Only time I slow down.
When I take sips of a slim that's mean.
When I'm in Texas Gets real bad
I'm a high risk Banned from bars.
Promote this business Security escort me to the exit.
When I'm cash king I'm gonna bust his ****
That's another story Now back to this.
Track that AC set I just spin it.
Put your top down.
Where did you want to go?
Huh?
You talked about running away before.
Did you have a destination in mind?
Not really.
So no elaborate escape-from-Division plan this time?
I'm surprised.
I guess I figured...
when I left Division this time, I wouldn't be running.
You know, we'd get our clean slates and a big check.
Stupid, huh?
I should've known better.
This place doesn't do second chances, no matter what the brochures say.
Maybe we all should have known better.
But Nikita came back, and she was willing to fight for us.
We'd never had that before...
and so we believed.
In her and in this place.
Nikki's good at inspiring stupid people to do really stupid things.
- Let me go! She's killing people! - What are you on about?
Some crazy junkie ho went all kung fu in there. She shot Nino.
Where's the girl? What did you do?
I didn't do nothing.
We never had a chance.
She was all shaky. Stumbling. I thought she was afraid, but she wasn't.
Bitch played us.
I said she could have whatever she wanted.
All the drugs I got. Money too, if she wanted.
- She said no. - She didn't take the drugs?
She took my phone.
Made me give her a list of our other places.
I guess she's looking for a bigger score.
Excuse me, do you have any change for the meters?
First off, there ain't no meters out back. Second, you don't belong around here.
Best you get in your car and drive back to Cherry Hill.
- That wouldn't be fun. - Fun? What kind of fun you...? Unh!
Luca, what the hell? You just letting anybody stroll in here now?
Oh, it's not his fault.
Nina's the one who told me I could find you here.
- And why would Nino do that? - Because...
- I asked him nice. - Why don't I ask him myself?
Not so nice.
Sorry.
Nino can't talk right now.
Tell your friends I'm coming for them too.
Stay with me. What other places did she ask about?
- What other places? - Stash houses...
count rooms, even HQ.
The bitch walks in there, it's a suicide mission.
What did you say?
Suicide mission.
I heard she got too involved with her cover boyfriend.
Percy had to have him killed.
Put me back on the Barcelona op.
- You mean your suicide mission? - I need to have no part of this conversation.
Percy assigned me to that op.
And I told him you should be benched. You suffered a loss.
I suffered a loss?
Daniel wasn't hit by a bus.
Look, I know what you're trying to do.
You blame yourself for his death.
You think you should've been the one to die. Believe me, I get it.
Killing yourself will not bring Daniel back. Just makes you both dead.
- What if that's what I want? - Well, I don't.
Nikita, you are not alone.
You have people who care about you.
That don't wanna lose you.
You can't see that right now, but you do have something to live for.
Not anymore, I don't.
Police! Drop the gun!
Get down. On the ground, now.
Down.
If the black box is sold, everyone's exposed.
The entire Division roster.
We won't be safe anywhere.
We cannot let it get out there.
We can't track Owen and Amanda without ShadowNet.
If we figure out who they'd approach with the box, we might stop the sale.
We don't have personnel for that operation.
The list of potential buyers is endless.
Russia, China, Iran, they'd love to have that kind of information.
Money's no object for North Korea. Can print whatever they need to buy the box.
It's the White House.
- What do they know? - Nothing.
No one's called since you got shot.
This is Fletcher.
Fletcher, it's President Spencer.
Madam President. This is a surprise. I hope all is well.
I wanted to update you on Commander Danforth.
I've been briefed on the results of his autopsy.
Danforth's autopsy?
- You missed a lot. - I have been assured...
that he died of natural causes.
Well, I guess that's good news.
- At least we know there was no foul play. - Actually, Amanda did it.
I'm vetting candidates to replace Evan now.
You'll hear from someone next week.
But be prepared to discuss Division's agenda going forward.
- Of course. I'll do my best. - I have every confidence in you, Fletcher.
Before Evan died, he told me what a great job you all are doing.
Keep up the good work.
Thank you, ma'am.
- What'd she want to talk about? - Division's future.
- You're not carrying ID? - I'm gonna bring my wallet to a place like this.
What are you doing here?
You guys got here really fast.
Someone called 911.
So they sent two detectives on a priority call...
because some hooker beat up some drug dealers?
We just go where they send us. What are you doing here?
These guys just don't seem like the kind of guys who call the cops, but...
You know, unless those cops happen to be on their payroll.
Get up. Up, up, up.
Let's go.
- Drop it! - Shoot her! Shoot her!
- Drop it now! - Shoot her, damn it.
Drop it!
Dirty cops.
You make me sick.
The dealer said something about HQ. What is it?
- I don't know. - What is it?
It's what the Southsiders call their base of operations.
They've taken over a whole city block.
And?
It's like the Wild West in there. The police don't even go in.
Well, guess what.
You're gonna be the exception.
Go.
Six projects in two years.
And they all knock, knock.
And I can use some knowledge.
Six projects in two years.
And they all bump, bump.
Was there a contingency plan made for closing this facility? Shut the place down?
Used to have a tank of VX gas hooked into the ventilation system.
We had it removed.
- Why? - We've got 308 rogue agents.
All it takes is one of them doing something that gets on the radar, the rest of us are screwed.
We have no way to cover it up because we're crippled.
You wanna give up.
We've got a week. Do you see an alternative?
We use that week to find the box.
To repair our systems, to get Division back up and running.
Up and crawling is more like it.
Look, it's only a matter of time.
As soon as the president gives the order, Navy SEALS will come in and mow us down.
It's not gonna take them long.
We're down to what, a handful of techs and a few medics? We're like fish in a barrel.
If the Navy SEALS come and we're not here, then they know we ran...
and they will hunt us down.
What if the government couldn't be sure what happened?
If there was no evidence of Division for them to find?
They wouldn't know who got out and who didn't.
And how would we do that?
We destroy the facility.
Permanently. Today.
We blow it all to hell.
The medic said she didn't find signs of brain damage.
- But perhaps she spoke too soon. - My brain is fine.
So is my hearing.
You just came out of a coma and now you wanna blow up Division.
Maybe a CAT scan is not such a bad idea.
We've gone through a lot in the last 24 hours.
- We shouldn't make any rash decisions. - I'm not. This is the logical thing to do.
By what measure? Your entire argument is based on a false assumption.
People left aren't like rogues we've chased.
They're gonna wanna stay out of trouble, not paint targets on their backs.
Didn't seem to mind trouble when they were pulling guns on each other in Operations.
We haven't even discussed the Dirty Thirty.
Last time I checked, there's at least 20 unaccounted for.
When they find out what's happened, they're gonna see it as opportunity.
There's no telling what they might do, and we can't chase them.
We can rebuild ShadowNet.
Rebuild a decade's worth of hacks in a couple days?
- I'm flattered, but I ain't that good. - So you agree with his plan?
I think Ryan's got the right idea.
I say we take off and nuke the site from orbit.
It's the only way to be sure.
I thought you said this place was heavily guarded. Bigtime.
Yeah, there's usually more than a dozen guys out front.
I don't know where everyone went.
They're chasing after the hooker that hit their other establishments.
That mess at the house?
It was all a diversion?
Thinning the enemy's ranks to make a frontal assault.
That is a smart move, not a suicide mission.
What are you doing?
These lyin' niggas ain't waiting for the fashion show.
These liars, these liars, these liars.
These lyin' niggas ain't waiting for the fashion show.
These liars, these liars, these liars.
These lyin' niggas ain't waiting for the fashion show.
These liars, these liars, these liars.
Come on.
These lyin' niggas ain't waiting for the fashion show.
So where's the other way in?
There is no other way in. You go through the guys with guns.
They're smart enough to take over a block, they're smart enough to find a secondary route.
And if you're smart, you'll tell me where it is. Now.
All right.
That building over there?
They busted, like, a hole in the basement floor.
It connects to an old sewer tunnel that leads to the HQ.
It'll get you in. There's no way you're getting out.
Don't bet on it.
You didn't have that gun, you wouldn't be so...
I'm sorry. What?
Don't shoot. Don't shoot, lady.
Don't, seriously. Don't shoot us.
What are you doing here?
Some girl unlocked our rooms and brought us down the stairs.
She gave us this bag of money and said to wait here for her signal.
Her name's Alex. She's a friend of mine.
- What's the signal? - Shooting.
When we hear it, we're supposed to run. We're supposed to get someplace safe.
- All right. After she left, where'd she go? - Upstairs.
Said she had to set up one more thing before we could leave.
- We should go back to our rooms. - Wait.
I wanna get out, but I don't wanna end up dead.
- You will get out, I promise. All of you. - That's what she said.
No matter what.
- She's still... - What?
Nothing. Stay here, be quiet. I gotta go upstairs.
Why? Why? There's no more girls up there to save.
There's one more.
It's doable.
Remotely blow the support columns in the sub-basement levels...
the whole structure will collapse.
All it would take is three or four well-placed RDX charges.
That will make this facility inaccessible from the surface?
Yeah. Only way to get in after that is to dig.
That would mean heavy equipment, which would lead to questions from locals.
Right. The kind of questions the president doesn't want anyone asking.
What about questions the president will ask when she finds out Division blew up?
Well, it'll look like an accident.
An explosion caused by leftover armament from when this was a missile site.
Only way our story works is if there's someone to tell it.
We are supposed to be running. We don't have that.
So why don't we stop wasting time and get back to our job?
We're no longer capable of doing our job.
Mikey, I know you got that patriotism thing going on, but we need to save ourselves.
Where are we gonna go?
If what's on this box goes public, we're not ghosts anymore.
We are fugitives in 26 countries, including this one.
Hell, I killed the president of Belarus and replaced him with a double.
Nikita helped assassinate a North Korean cabinet member in front of the U.N.
I am trying to save myself here, and all of you too.
- Nikita. - Michael, I need help.
Alex hit the Southsiders in Camden. Drug dealers, human traffickers.
She's trying to take out the gang members and free the girls.
Traffickers? What? Like the Russians who had her when she was a kid?
No, local talent.
Taking in runaways and working them at truck stops.
- Why the hell is she going after them? - I don't know.
Maybe Amanda's programming isn't done. Maybe it's been amped up by Sean's death.
She's gonna get herself killed. I don't think I can get her out.
Okay, okay, I'll come to you. Where are you?
- Abandoned warehouse in Whitman Park. - Got it. On my way.
Nikita needs backup.
Don't blow up anything until I get back here or I'll hunt you down myself.
Amanda, you bitch.
You want me to override Michael's decision...
and send you on this quote-unquote "suicide mission"?
You think he's wrong, don't you? He's letting his feelings get in the way...
No, no. I completely agree with Michael's assessment.
Where we differ is how best to handle the situation.
If you want to die, there's nothing I or anyone else can do to stop you.
What's this? Good cop, bad cop?
Nikita, you're standing on a ledge.
Please.
Of course, I can force you off that ledge...
keep you inside these walls, prevent you from hurting yourself.
But that's merely a stopgap measure.
So, what's the solution?
You talking me down?
You also gonna tell me I have something to live for?
You never lie to a potential jumper.
But if you really believe you have nothing left...
maybe you should jump.
I'll notify Percy. Enjoy Barcelona.
Nikita?
You can't stop me from saving them.
Not why I'm here.
Why are you here?
I can save them. I have a plan. You need to go.
- I'm not letting you die here alone. - I'm not the one who dies.
Everyone around me dies. Everyone but me.
Rachel shot at me.
She tried to kill me and instead Sean died.
Just like Papa and Larissa and the girls in the brothel.
Alex, Larissa wasn't real.
Why would you even say that?
Larissa was real.
She was.
Here, try this.
She helped me.
She was a good person.
Amanda created a hallucination that reminded you of the things that you lost.
So how did Alexandra Udinov end up here?
You had all that money. All that fame.
Every single thing that's happened since then was born out of that lie.
Larissa didn't die, because she never even existed.
You can't stop someone from dying.
You can't leave now, Alex.
Larissa is hurt.
She needs your help.
Alex, you need to save everybody.
- The girls. Did you see them? Are they...? - They're real.
We can get them out. There's an escape route through the basement.
We have to hurry. That guard's gonna wake up soon.
Yo, we got trouble.
The girls are loose.
You guys check the rooms. We'll check the lab.
He's gone. He's telling all of his friends right now.
We find those girls, we teach them a lesson.
Oh, damn it. I guess we're jumping together.
Marco better not be lying.
Stop. Stop. Stop it. The girls are out.
- Four. - I got five.
Hey.
- You didn't have to come back. - You didn't have to come at all.
No one else ever did.
- Hey. - Michael, I... I...
I'm sorry about Sean.
Thank you.
We should get back.
I... I don't know if I can.
You can. We'll do it together.
But we have to hurry, while there's still a Division to get back to.
Let's go.
Everything is in here. Your cover identities, background briefs.
Just read the files and you should be fine.
What about operational funds?
We've set up accounts for all of you.
It's not a lot but enough to get you on your feet.
And the rest is up to you.
Thank you.
For trying to keep your promise.
Wish I could have done more.
Your country thanks all of you for your service.
As do I.
Thank you.
- Good luck. - You too.
I'm not gonna lie. I cannot wait to blow this place off the map.
- I am so sick of being underground. - Heh.
- Mikey's gonna kick your ass, though. - Don't think he'll get the chance.
- What do you mean? - I'm turning myself in.
What?
Once we blow these walls, I'm gonna tell the president that Division was destroyed.
I was the only survivor.
- I'm gonna sell the cover story. - I thought the point of this...
was to get her to believe we were all dead.
It's our chance to cut free. What if she throws you in prison?
I'll take that risk. President has to know the black box is in play.
- She needs time to prepare for the damage. - Nobody expects you...
- to throw yourself on your sword. - I have to.
I was the one who convinced everyone to stay.
Convinced the president that the only way to clean up Division...
was by using Division itself, and I was wrong.
So maybe it didn't work.
It doesn't mean you weren't trying to do the right thing.
Maybe in the beginning, I was.
But somewhere along the line...
I started to see the value of keeping Division running.
Indefinitely?
This place represents everything I fought against my whole career...
and I let myself fall under its spell.
I need to take responsibility for that.
I saw the mission report.
You were cornered, your arm was broken, shot three times.
All you had to do was wait and let them find you.
Instead, you got on your feet and found a way out of there.
It's not in your nature to give up, Nikita.
You're a survivor.
It's one of the many things that make you so valuable to Division.
Now, as for why you wished to end your life in the first place...
I deserve it.
It should have been me.
Your relationship with Daniel created a security breach.
I know...
I know I screwed up.
I know I got him killed.
You have to learn to accept your own role in his death...
without suffering guilt.
If you don't, that guilt will take root and grow.
You'll end up on the ledge again, and it will push you over.
Don't worry, Nikita. You'll survive this too.
Why don't we meet you in Ops?
I don't know how I can walk into Ops right now.
It would be easier for everyone if I just left.
You can't do this anymore, Alex. You have to stop running.
- I'm not. - You are.
You escaped the brothel and you've been running since.
You've never dealt with your past.
- I don't like thinking about it. - You're gonna have to.
Because it's only gonna get worse.
And next time, you may really get yourself killed.
Amanda took something you've been denying...
and she used it as a weapon against you.
As long as you're carrying around that guilt, that weapon will always be there.
You have to start to heal yourself.
- What if I can't? - You can.
Because you're a survivor.
And I know that's not some kind of curse.
It just means that you're strong enough to keep fighting.
I don't understand why I keep getting to live.
Why me and not them?
I had the same questions when Daniel died.
I never found an answer.
You know, maybe tonight is the answer.
Those girls, they got out because we were there.
We survived then and they have a chance now.
Maybe one day, someone else will have a chance because of them.
Who knows?
You let them go? I told you to wait.
You said not to blow up anything while you were gone.
Last I checked, you were second in command.
Unless you wanna put me back into a coma.
I'm so sorry.
I don't know what she did to me.
But what I did to all of you...
- Ryan... - We don't know what Amanda did to her.
We don't know what Amanda did to me either.
So if we can't trust Alex, then we can't trust me.
Did you tell Chris to kill me?
I didn't tell anyone to kill you. I even sent Owen to protect you.
I guess it's the thought that counts, right? How's the head?
Better, I think.
Look, everyone's been released. Birkhoff has placed the explosives.
The only thing left to do is head topside and go our separate ways.
I'm not leaving.
Not while the black box is out there. That's on me.
I used it to keep this place running. Now Amanda has it.
Not sure if you noticed this, but Amanda kind of decimated this place.
We just let what was left of our personnel walk out. How are we gonna find her...
- much less stop her? - I don't know.
But we've done it before.
When we took down Percy, it was just the six of us in a safe house...
against all of Division and all of its resources.
I'm not saying it's gonna be easy...
but I just watched a bunch of girls fight heavily armed men and win.
- They fought because... - It was the right thing to do.
Look, Amanda waged this war, and I've been so focused on figuring her out...
that I forgot what was important.
We couldn't beat her before. How are we gonna do it now?
We stop playing her game.
She wanted us to be strong. We are.
Strong enough to fight her.
I don't know if we'll win...
but I am ready to fight.