Walt, breakfast!
Three more minutes.
It's getting cold.
I like it cold.
Don't stop
or she dies.
Shh.
Faster.
Honey, come on!
Take one.
On your chest there.
The other.
Honey, come on!
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.
Mm.
Sell bright-ling. 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
from bright-ling 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 set up.
Yeah, I didn't kill that snitch neither.
Hey, where you going?
"Walter Bendavid, who sold and merged his research firm
with bright-ling pharmaceutical..."
Kevin. Kevin!
I need to make a phone call, man.
Who do you wanna call, Fletcher?
Your 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 'em?
Cassandra left Belarus.
She says here she bought a place in London.
Guess 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.
Don't make this decision out of anger.
You say you want to go to London, that's 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 want to hear your voice.
How are you?
You holding up?
I'm okay.
Just had a lot of time to reflect in here.
Been 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.
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.
So much I want to tell him.
- He wants to meet. - 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 with Nikita.
Who is Ryan Fletcher?
Former CIA analyst who Nikita corrupted.
His actions led to the murder of three agents inside Langley.
How'd she corrupt him?
Money?
Sex.
Alex.
Can I talk to you for a second?
- Kind of busy right now. - With what?
Oh. Who's the target?
I am. Gogol put out a hit on me, remember?
They know I killed the 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 try to shake them off,
I double back.
No one's there.
This is where the guns are. I'm taking them home.
I don't want to be in Division any 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 will give me an honest answer.
You work for oversight.
Can't you just order Amanda to give you the 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.
Who are you?
Fletchie, 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 factory fire in Ireland four months back,
and a bright-ling chemist heart attack this morning.
Follow the shell companies who benefited
from the bright-ling stock drop, and they'll lead you
straight to oversight.
Ah.
Nice try.
Ah...Aah!
- Where is she? - The girlfriend?
I don't know.
She paid me 2 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 is right,
if we cripple oversight's funding,
we could ends this sooner than we know.
If he's right.
Either way, he put himself
in Division's cross-hairs.
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What Amanda doesn't know
is I did my own digging on Ryan Fletcher.
The guy is a boy scout.
Clean slate his entire career.
Now I'm supposed to believe
that 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 of them
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?
Didn't oversight brief you on everything
that went on inside Division?
Yeah, you'd think so, wouldn't you?
Exactly who are they?
And why are you working for them anyway?
It's not like Division is wire-tapping 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.
1:00.
See if you recognize him.
It'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 bright-ling 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 supply chain.
I'm gonna give you one guess
who their biggest client was.
bright-ling 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 bright-ling
six months back.
Just covered their short when their stock hit a 52-week low.
The chemist who had a heart attack
was probably the tipping point. Ryan was right.
If you could secretly control when a company failed...
Your earnings would skyrocket.
They're betting on the house to lose.
Here, 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,
Midas.
How much do you want to be that's their money man?
You scratch Transworld, maybe he'll itch.
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.
That's how he got on Division's radar in the first place.
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.
Suddenly this kid comes along and starts spotting 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?
Oh, 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.
He's 21 pounds now.
I spoil him.
Sampson, where you at, baby?
Kitty? Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty?
- Where are you? - Suite 400.
Kitty, kitty, kitty.
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 on the ground,
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 us 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...
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.
I thought we weren't allowed to transit past lights out.
Just shut up and keep moving.
Jonathan Gaines.
I'd ruled you out.
Excuse me?
I didn't think oversight would have any members
from the private sector.
We 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 some love from wall street
to keep 'em 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.
Boy with the crystal ball.
Except 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,
one where you won't have to worry about dropping the soap.
So oversight's 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.
If you want to 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 ya.
How much are 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 him 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 of there.
He'll get moved to the infirmary.
- The original plan won't work. - Then we change the plan.
Are 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 resigned.
I'm calling Major Clark and going back 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'd be proud to see how far you've come.
I know I am.
I don't like this anymore than you do.
- But we were forced in... - 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 for you.
- 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.
Privyet, 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... 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 pity 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? - Yup.
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.
♪ Feel it cut through the crack ♪
♪ everything is right on track ♪
♪ I'm never coming back ♪
♪ everything ♪
♪ everything is echoing ♪
♪ ♪
♪ everything is echoing ♪
♪ this is really happening ♪
♪ ♪
♪ again and again and again ♪
♪ and again and again ♪
♪ ♪
♪ close enough to feel the flame ♪
♪ I can push through the pain ♪
We're clear.
I'm on my way.
♪ ♪
♪ again and again and again ♪
♪ ♪
Hey!
Sussex has no record of a Michael Flynn.
Or you.
♪ ♪
Let me see your badge again.
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.
Nikita, you gotta get out of there!
Nikita.
Drink your tea. It's good for recovery.
Division knows we've I.D.'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 a 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?
I have nothing to lose.
You have a son, who may need you one day.
I'm not gonna 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.
She...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 saves you from Division,
who's trying to kill you.
And 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... 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 is 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.
Not quite.
Nikita knows who he is,
so we're gonna send him out of the country tonight
to 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, wait.
Before he died, he was trying to name 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? - 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 taking 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, avenging Ryan was my mission.
No, there's no "my" anymore. There's only "ours,"
as in we share the losses, we share the risks,
and, most of all, we share 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, about Yuri...
Yes, I want to talk to you about that.
I would like another chance to talk with him.
- Alex... - Please.
He's not a real threat.
He's just been lied to by Semak.
Most of the people that work for Zetrov
think that I'm dead, and the ones that know
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.
Right now 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, but, in the meantime,
the safest place for you is right here
inside these walls.
The loss of Jonathan Gaines has created
a critical 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's 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.
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