6 years ago, I was taken from prison and forced
to become an assassin for a secret unit of the government...
a black ops program called Division that has now gone rogue.
They destroyed my identity,
and they destroyed the man I loved.
I escaped. And now the man that trained me... someone I trusted...
is hunting me.
What Division doesn't know is that I have a partner on the inside, Alex.
A new recruit with a dark past, who I've trained in secret to resist their control.
Together, we're going to take Division apart one mission at a time.
And the last word they'll breathe before the end will be my name...
An I.D. on the target yet?
Jill Morelli. She's a freelance reporter.
28 years old.
Also runs a blog that tracks governments conspiracies. Awkward.
How did she get wind of our op?
Who talked to her?
We're not sure.
I hacked into her home PC.
There's no mention of the op in there.
But she knows we were at the crash site.
The girl's cracked some major scandals.
But she's attracted just as many libel suits.
Most of the major papers won't touch her.
It only takes one, right?
Agent Donegan, use grab team B.
I want to find out exactly what she knows
and how she came to know it.
Donegan, I'll get you the coordinates for the target.
This is the operations room.
The window looks out into the training area
so the all-mighty parents can look down on the kids.
Most of their key intel passes through that hub.
When a new target comes in, operations becomes the most popular club in town.
If we're going to sabotage Division,
that's one of the veins I'm going to need you to tap.
Doesn't the window work both ways?
Gold star.
The glass is tinted. So, you're going to have to get close.
The problem is, you can't just walk up
and press your nose against it like a kid in a candy store.
Jaden.
I'm just looking for a sparring partner.
Find someone else, newbie.
You and I are supposed to play nice.
Oh, I forgot.
We're still on probation
because of the whole you attacking me thing.
I got nothin' to say about that.
There's something about me you should know.
Aah!
Go break it up!
Target name is Jill Morelli.
Check it out.
Yeah. I'm out of the elevator. Say again?
I don't know. 15-20 minutes?
Yeah. It'll be fine, honey. Just reheat it when I get home.
No. No. I'm in the garage now.
Yeah. I'm losing you.
Jeremy!
Damnit!
Morelli, you scared the hell out of me!
Oh, sorry, Jer. But I'm sitting on the story of the year here.
And Joanne won't put my calls through to you.
I just need 2 minutes.
You got 10 seconds till I get to my car.
It's about air America flight
that crashed in the Appalachian mountains.
112 dead. No survivors.
Every paper in the country is covering that story.
Yeah? Which one's got the exclusive
on the black helicopters?
What black helicopters, Jill?
The ones my source saw land at the crash site
before the huge forest fire conveniently burned up all the evidence.
Evidence of what?
Exactly. When I called Air America for comment,
they put me on hold. And guess who picked up the line.
Henry Sampson.
You spoke to Henry Sampson?
Yeah. Since when does a CEO of a major airline
pick up the phone to talk to a freelance journo?
When he's scared, Jeremy. When he's scared.
Ohh...
What? Story of the year, Jeremy!
I've heard that before.
My source has video of the crash site.
Yeah? How much does your source want this time?
50 grand. But how can you put a price to the truth?
We're not TMZ, Jill. We don't pay for stories.
Even if it is the story of the year.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
You just killed him.
And you're going to prison for the rest of your life,
unless we get that video.
Aah!
No!
Gold star.
I don't know. Set up a candlelight vigil or something like that.
That should keep them off our back for 5 minutes.
Mr. Sampson?
The gentleman to see you, sir.
Your baggage claim check, sir.
It's not funny, Percy.
Relax, Henry. You'll survive.
And more importantly, so will your airline.
Read and interesting article in "The Post" this morning.
Apparently their chief editor was shot dead last night.
Hmm.
I paid you to keep this quiet.
No, you paid me to clean up after your plane crash
and collect the cargo.
I did that.
And somebody saw you doing it.
Somebody who had a video camera.
Somebody who called a reporter
who then called me asking about black helicopters.
I'll locate and destroy the video.
No extra charge.
And the reporter?
You mean the unhinged, unemployed maniac
who shot her boss? We'll get her back.
Although in the future,
I would advise you to keep our dealings private.
Excuse me?
Last night's incident was the result of third party interference.
A third party who more than likely
was informed by a leak from within your company.
Percy, if there's a leak,
it's not coming from my shop.
It's coming from yours.
Don't get up too fast.
DMPH takes a while to wear off.
It's the worst.
I got you some java.
Jill, if I were going to hurt you,
I would have done it already.
You're at my place. They're not going to find you here.
"They"? Who are they? Who are you?
I'm Nikita. I used to be one of them. I'm not anymore.
Oh, I read your blog, by the way,
all that crap in there about illegal black ops,
assassination programs, ghost agents...
I mean, you're on the right track, in a general sense.
Your specifics are way off.
What?
Doesn't matter.
Nothing on your website would make them want to kill you.
Were you working on a story with that editor?
Ahh. Oh, Jeremy...
Oh, God, Jeremy.
Jill. Oh.
The plane crash. That's what we were talking about.
Those hit men wanted me to give up my source.
Listen, it's going to be ok.
We're going to expose what they're trying to hide.
But you have to tell me what that is.
I don't know.
All right, I hacked the state police server
and put out an APB for Jill Morelli.
Got her wanted in connection with the murder of her editor.
Just heard from the on-site team. Target apartment secure.
No sign of Nikita.
Patch me through.
I listed Morelli as armed and dangerous.
You wanna go federal?
What's the last confirmed location?
Cell phone pinged off a tower in Brooklyn at 1:07 am.
Nikita must have dumped it right after you guys botched the job.
They could be a couple hundred miles in any direction by now.
Widen the net. Tri-state area.
On-site team on 3.
Any leads?
There's a whole bunch of material in here...
notepads, bulletin boards, file cabinets.
Ok. Clean it out. Bring it here... all of it... now.
Yes, sir.
Tell Percy I need to see him.
A couple of days ago this guy contacted me through my site.
Said he had some video that would blow my mind.
Air America crash, 2 helicopters,
some paramilitary operation.
He wouldn't give me specifics.
Made me drive out to Virginia just to meet him.
Young guy.
Scared of what he saw, not faking it.
Wanted $50,000 just to show me the video.
So, you went to "the post" for the 50,000?
I was hoping for 5.
Maybe.
The guy's supposed to call me at 1:00 pm tomorrow.
Wait. What day is this?
It's tomorrow.
What's your source's name?
I don't know. He wouldn't tell me.
What's his number?
He has my number.
What... what happened to my phone?
I took the battery and the SIM card out
so they couldn't trace you.
You got a boyfriend? Roommate?
No. Why?
Well, because those men are definitely at your house by now.
Let's call the police.
Oh, no. They control the police.
Right now they're doing everything they can to hunt you down.
I thought you said they won't be able to find me here.
You're not staying here.
You have a very important phone call in...
42 minutes.
Nikita's making good on her threat.
Third time she's interfered with one of our missions.
That we know of.
What we do know is that
she's been ahead of us at each step.
At a certain point we have to consider
the possibility of a leak from the inside.
A high level leak.
I'd like to rule out a data breach
before we start a mole hunt.
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Data breach?
No way. No.
Our network is Fort Knox.
Internal servers are air gapped,
and I run routine tests on the outer defenses.
We're talking 5-tier security
with protocols that rotate every hour on the hour.
That's proprietary software.
Only person who could dream of hacking into Division is me.
What?
Well, you did have a prolonged interaction with Nikita
directly following her reappearance.
If by interaction you mean kidnap and torture,
yeah, you debriefed me, remember?
A debriefing that Nikita allowed
by allowing you to return to us.
Dude, she pistol-whipped my face.
What are we even talking about here?
Take him down to see Amanda. I'll call and give her instructions.
What the hell is this? I'm not the mole.
Well, then you have nothing to worry about.
So, he calls me and I let it go to voicemail, of course.
I can't even check it. His voice reminds me of his face.
It's disgusting. What part of "I don't like you"
does he not understand?
We have to check out that new wine bar this weekend.
Ohh. I love wine bars.
I know you do.
Whose office is this?
Don't know. It'll work.
Well, what if they come back when we're in here?
Nobody's coming back. It's lunchtime.
Your boy's going to call in 2 minutes.
We've got 15 before we...
What are you doing?
I always eat when I'm nervous.
Jill, the second I turn on this phone,
they're going to know where we are.
I'm going to need you to get your source
to agree to a trade for the video fast.
What if he asks for the money?
You have it.
Ok. I've got a hit on the target phone.
Getting its twenty from the GPS.
It's either a trick or she needs to receive a call.
Are we up the carrier?
Yeah. But it looks like they've got call forwarding enabled.
She's talking to the source.
It's 1:05. Where the hell is he?
I don't know.
Hello.
Hey. It's me. How'd it go with your editor?
Um, it was good. I have the money.
What is it? Is it cash? Check?
It's check.
I just need to know who to write it out to.
Ok. Ok. I want you to take a picture of the check
and upload it to my flicker account.
This is Malia Watson, Jill's editor.
What in the world is on this video?
And why in the world would I pay you $50,000
for something that's probably been mocked up on your desktop?
You know, you'll just have to see it for yourself.
Honey, I don't have time for games.
Better luck with "the enquirer." Be well.
Wait. You have to understand. I never meant to see this.
I was just hiking off the trail when I heard the crash.
And... and I ran over, and when I got there, it was just...
wreckage everywhere.
And... and I heard these helicopters,
so I thought it was search and rescue.
Are these the so-called black helicopters?
Yeah. And the guys that repelled out of them were like commandoes.
Instead of looking for survivors,
they start hauling these huge bags out of the wreck.
The bags were packed with cocaine.
It was like the whole plane was packed with coke
and these guys were just grabbing it out.
How do you know it was cocaine?
It was either that or someone was about to bake a really big cake.
Ok, kid. We have the money. You have the video.
Where do you wanna meet for the trade?
The quad at north Virginia state, ok?
Tomorrow. 10:00 am.
Was that really necessary?!
Great spot to hide from the trace.
Where do you want us to start?
Percy told me what's going on.
And I have to agree, there's something off with your story.
I didn't do anything, Amanda. Why don't you guys believe me?
I believe that you believe that, Birkhoff.
Great.
Psycho babble. How much you charging for this session?
I only want you to open up to me.
You can tell me anything.
No. No. No.
You are trying to get me to admit to something that I didn't do.
What did you and Nikita talk about when she captured you?
Oh, we've been over this 1,000 times.
She told me she wanted to burn down Division.
I told her she was insane.
And you and Nikita were comrades when she served here.
Did you ever have feelings for her?
You know what?
I'm getting a feeling right now like I was kidnapped
and now I'm being framed for giving her intel!
Birkhoff, I'm not holding it against you.
If you have an emotional connection to Nikita, it's perfectly natural.
Coworkers often develop physical and emotional attractions for one another.
She was a recruit.
A super hot one, yeah.
But I know the rules. Look, but don't touch.
She's not a recruit anymore.
Whose fault is that?
Ever since she held you hostage,
Nikita has had access to highly confidential information.
And if you had done your job,
Nikita would still be serving us right now.
You see...
You're the one who screwed the pooch, Amanda.
You were supposed to mold her into this perfect, obedient Agent.
But the second girlfriend got a chance to split, she took it.
Where you going?
Martin?
Oh.
Take him to medical.
Oh, come on.
I wanna run an FMRI brain scan for lie detection.
I'm not lying.
Ok. All right.
Full body cavity search as well.
That... that is overkill, Amanda!
Ow! Ow! Amanda!
Tell me you found the video.
We're still looking for the source.
I would like your permission to enlist some of the recruits
to help with the trace.
We've emptied the reporter's apartment, her public storage locker,
brought everything here.
I get it. Too much material to sift through on the clock.
Fine. Do it.
I also would like to give them the target's full profile.
Absolutely not.
Like you said, we're on the clock.
Redacting intel will only slow us down.
If we give them a full profile,
it will invariably prompt the inane moral debate
about the target being a good person.
Last thing we need right now is for another recruit to discover their inner Nikita.
Tell them it's a training exercise.
All right, listen up.
We're running a training exercise. 3-man units.
This will be a competition.
Team leaders, pick your people.
Jaden.
Alex.
What are you doing?
I'm trying to save your life. Both of yours.
You guys were given an ultimatum that came straight from operations.
Show visible improvement in the next 2 weeks or get cancelled.
That was a week ago.
How do you think you're doing?
If anyone else here fails this test,
they'll meal penalty or maybe solitary at the worst.
If either of you fail, you may not be coming back.
Good evening.
This exercise is designed to test your tracking skills.
You'll be examining evidence collected
from the home of a domestic terrorist,
who was planning to meet a munitions expert.
Now, their goal was to destroy a government facility.
Your task is to uncover the identity of the munitions expert
and where the meet was going to take place.
Our agents were able to do this in 12 hours.
Let's see if you can do better.
15 minutes, ok? Then we're back in the car.
Got 90 miles to go, and we gotta take back roads.
No more nervous appetite?
I keep seeing Jeremy's face.
He was starring right at me when...
you didn't kill him, Jill.
They did.
And why?
For what? For money?
Yeah.
For a lot of money. Think about it, ok.
Henry Sampson is using passenger planes to smuggle drugs.
Probably to keep from going under like all the other airline companies.
A real-life story of the year.
Jeremy would have loved this.
Well, when we get this video, you're going to make sure your article gets published.
Yeah. If we get the video.
Those guys coming after us aren't airline security.
They're the commando guys from the crash site.
Who are they?
Come on! You said before I was on the right track.
Some kind of government black ops unit?
Maybe even mercenaries?
You need to stick with what you can prove.
If this video turns out to be what all it's cracked up to be,
you get to prove that a fortune 500 CEO is smuggling drugs.
You will never be able to prove who the guys were in the helicopters.
Why?
Because they don't have decals on their vehicles or their clothing.
Because there's no record that they exist,
no documentation, no evidence.
What about you? You were part of them. You're evidence.
I don't exist either.
Why won't you tell me what you know?
Why are you protecting them?
I'm protecting you, Jill.
You don't think that if I could have gone to the press to take them down,
I would have done it?
You won't be the first reporter I've seen them kill.
Yeah. Well, I won't let Jeremy die for nothing.
I have to tell the whole story, Nikita.
I owe him at least that much.
We gotta go.
Now, get up. Put your head down. Follow me.
Excuse me, miss?
Go! Go! Go! We gotta lose the car.
They're gonna know where we are.
But you just knocked them out!
I'm not talking about the cops.
Got a hit on Nikita. 90 miles outside of Blacksburg off highway 81.
Still have the reporter with her?
2 highway patrol officers recognized Morelli
from the bulletin we sent out.
Nikita slipped the net.
Ahh. Amateurs.
Alpha team's en route to Virginia.
We got a chopper there.
I wanna see this first. Find out how she breached us.
It's you.
I'm not the mole, genius.
It's my molar.
Second bicuspid actually, lower left.
I had medical run an FMRI on Birkhoff.
Imagine my surprise when it showed a tiny wireless transmitter
imbedded in his tooth.
Nikita must have planted it there when he was passed out.
Possibly.
Possibly? I think I'd remember that.
He passed the lie detection.
She had to remove the cap in order to insert the bug.
You must have felt that afterwards.
Oh, I felt it. My whole face was sore for like a week
after she got done with me. Why are you smiling?
Look. Just get it out of there.
Get what out of where?
Amanda, I'm totally sorry about that whole
"you're bad at your job" thing.
And I completely take it back.
Please.
Drugs, please.
Describe him again.
Early twenties. African American.
Kinda hipster cute.
Hipster cute?
Yeah, you know. An ironic t-shirt kinda guy.
With the big jeans. Hangs out in the coffee shops...
yeah. I get it.
You know, maybe we got the location wrong.
Maybe he's waiting for us somewhere else
and can't call us 'cause you stomped on my phone.
We're at the right place.
He's just not going to show up.
Probably saw the news.
What news?
That you're wanted for murder. He's paranoid.
Ok, what do we do now? I mean, we're screwed.
We're going to track him down ourselves. Come on.
These notebooks are just conspiracy theory crap.
I mean, what are we supposed to be looking for anyway?
Behavioral patterns, motives, potential targets.
There's a bunch of stuff in here on a plane crash. Maybe she caused it.
They said the terrorist was targeting a government facility not a plane.
The Pentagon? A plane crashed into that.
Yeah. And there's a conspiracy theory on that in here, too.
Why are the names blacked out?
They don't want to make it easy on us.
I do you know it's a she.
What?
The terrorist. What makes you think its a woman?
Smell. Grapefruit and vanilla-scented candles.
All right, show-off. I'll see your scented candles,
and I'll raise you this.
Handwritten note.
Video on A.T. Stony Creek.
Maybe a.T. Are the initials of the munitions expert.
Stony Creek's in Virginia.
Plane crash was in Virginia.
A.T. could be Appalachian trail.
Not bad.
All right, anything not tied to Virginia moves off the table.
Let's get a map.
Where's the movie theater you first met him at?
Right here.
He asked you to meet him at 2 different locations near the university.
He was hiking the day of the crash, which was a Wednesday.
He's not a 9-5'er. He's a college student.
One without a set of wheels.
Both locations are on this bus route.
And I found 3 sporting goods store along that line.
Right.
Wait. Why do we care about sporting goods all of a sudden?
Our student's a hiker. An ambitious one if he got up to where the crash happened.
That's way off trail.
He'd need some serious gear to get up there.
Come on. Let's go shopping.
Blacksburg is in Virginia.
Yeah. But the date on that ticket stub is after the plane crash.
You said the plane crash didn't matter anyway. I'm telling you...
no, we don't. We need to finish to finish this profile before...
Michael. What are you doing?
Alex here seems to have it all figured out.
Well...
There's a lot of evidence that points to Virginia as either the target location
or the meeting place between our terrorist and the munitions expert.
Continue.
This is a ticket stub to a theater in Blacksburg.
3:15 matinee of "Elmo: The movie."
So far, our terrorist is female, college-educated,
no kids, based in Brooklyn.
Driving all the way to Virginia to see an Elmo movie is way weird.
So, that's where they met?
Maybe. Definitely.
This is one of those theaters with assigned seats.
Row G, seat 12.
And this is a stub G-11... the person sitting next to her.
We know exactly where they were sitting.
On Sunday the 10th between 3:15 and 5:00 pm.
That's not bad.
We're after 100% confirmation.
If there are cameras, you can get it.
What do you mean?
Tell him what you told me.
Hey, what's she doing in here?
Operations is off-limits to recruits.
Go on.
Ok. I used to have this friend Zeke,
and he used to bootleg DVDs
until they started putting night vision cameras
inside the movie theaters.
Lyric theater in Blacksburg, Virginia.
Think we can access their security footage?
Who do you think you're talking to?
10th. 3:15 showing in auditorium 4.
"Elmo: The movie"? This is creepy.
G 11, G 12.
A, b, c... get closer in on that couple.
Hey.
There's our reporter.
Reporter? I thought you said this was an inactive mission.
And that must be her source. Just for training.
How long before facial recognition can pinpoint the name of the new guy?
Don't need it. Dude used his credit card to buy that tub of popcorn.
Benjamin Prentice. North Virginia state.
Member of the outdoors club.
Great. Get me his home address.
Gold star.
Wait. I wanna go on the mission.
Maybe next time.
Why don't you stay here with Birkhoff
and observe from operations?
You've earned it.
Ok, Michael. You are 5 miles from destination.
Head east in 400 feet.
Or don't. Whatever.
Copy that.
Pretty cool how you can hack into all these servers.
Local theaters. Local police.
FBI?
It's called ownage, girl.
I don't have to hack Jack. All these systems are already hacked.
I own them. One button. Boom.
"Sneakers." River Phoenix. Rent it. What's up?
Division's lucky to have you.
Tell that to Percy and the dragon queen.
They thought I was a mole. Fascists.
Ben!
Prentice!
Ok. Please! Please! Don't hurt me.
Ok. Prentice. Don't be a wuss.
Nobody gets hurt. We just want to see the video.
It's gone. I trashed it right after I saw you kill that guy.
I didn't kill anybody.
Ben, we know you have it.
And if we have to waste time looking for it,
the real killers... the ones in the video...
they're gonna show up.
How are they going to find me?
The manager at ace sporting goods... your buddy...
he was really helpful. He'd thought you'd enjoy a visit from 2 hot babes.
It's going to be a lot easier for the black helicopter guys
unless we get that video out in the open.
What's it gonna be?
The plane crashed. The plane crashed.
There's so much fire.
Wait.
Oh, my...
They're all... they're all dead.
What?
It's gotta be 4 metric tons of product there.
They must have overweighted the plane.
Oh, sh...
Let's get this uploaded. What's the paper's address?
Guardianpost.com.
Wi-fi's jammed.
What's going on?
I'm calling the cops.
You're gonna bring the cops here?
I need your cell phone. Now!
I thought you told me that they control the police.
They control information flow,
not trigger fingers.
Locals will come, they'll arrest you,
they'll take you in. You'll be safe for a couple of hours.
Come on! A couple of hours?
Trust me. Ok.
There's no bars.
They're jamming everything.
Phone lines are down. All other communication is jammed.
All right, listen up. Our we level's 4.
Silencer's on. No need to wake the neighbors.
Are those the feds?
Get away from there.
Don't go out there.
They're in there!
Get down! Ahh!
Copy the video onto your flash drive now.
Where the hell did they come from?
I don't know.
Ugh, red bull.
Ahh.
Birkhoff, I thought you said the satellites were down?
Birkhoff?!
Michael, sats are down. Chill.
Then how'd the cops get here?
I don't know.
The cops got a dispatch. I don't know where from.
White female. Yadda, yadda, yadda.
It's just a local pd looking for the reporter.
Nikita's in the house. They have no idea.
Tell the cops you're coming out.
Arms and hands in the air.
What about you?
The commando boys will be forced to split their teams.
Send a unit to follow the cops.
They'll have less guys to attack me with. Don't worry.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
Jill...
Tell 'em your story. I'm counting on you.
Walk slowly toward us, Ms. Morelli.
Keep your hands up.
Hands behind your back. Turn around.
All right, clear the house.
Mobile one, follow the reporter.
Mobile two will stay with me.
It's clear. We're good to go.
Locals have cleared the house.
Think Nikita's still in there?
Yeah.
Nikita?
We found your wireless bug.
It was pretty clever.
Ol' birkhoff had no idea.
Not such a smart guy after all.
Does birkhoff have a toothache or did Percy just cancel him?
No, he's alive.
But it could have gone either way.
You put him in danger, Nikita. That's not like you.
You don't know me anymore, Michael.
Drop it. Drop it.
Don't!
Drop it. Nikita.
Tell your man to drop it or I drop him.
She won't hurt me.
Shut up!
Get down!
This isn't going to work.
Ahh!
Look.
The more you try to do this, the more you hurt yourself.
Michael.
You have no idea how much pain I can take.
What's this?
Cd player.
They used to have them, you know, before mp3s.
Shut up.
Division won't let us have anything with a hard drive.
Wait, so...
you succeed, you get rewarded.
Jaden took the TV for her room,
but I figure, you know, she's been here longer,
so whatever.
Here.
I can't remember the last time I heard music.
You deserve it, Alex.
She got away.
The, um, terrorist.
It was an active mission. She got away.
Yeah, I heard.
That's not our fault.
We did our jobs.
With Henry Sampson's arrest,
air America's stock has continued to plummet,
losing nearly 70% of its market value overnight.
Sampson was allegedly in cahoots with the Vargus cartel,
coordinating over a dozen cocaine shipments
between Colombia and the United States.
The suspected cartel members in the notorious video
released by "The Post" remain at large.
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Oh!
Pepper spray.
Hey, you can never be too careful.
How's the new gig?
Pretty great, actually.
Breaking a national story of a drug running airline made me kinda popular.
Jill, you have to stop digging into this.
Digging into what?
You know what? No, you know.
And you won't even give me their name.
You're only breathing because you don't know their name.
And because killing the journalist who took down air America
would make people look further into Jeremy Holt's murder.
What gets me is, Jeremy's family will never know the truth.
And that these people, whoever they are,
they get away with it. And no one can stop them.
I'm going to stop them.
Well, see you don't have to do it alone.
I can help.
I'm not alone, Jill.
But if I need your help, I'll ask.
I promise.
Can I quote you on that?
Not really.
"But if I need your help, I'll ask."
Oh, wait!