Six years ago, I was taken from prison and forced
to become an assassin for a secret unit of the governament.
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.
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In here, sir.
Take your time. I'll be right outside if you need me.
Everyone down!
This is a robbery!
Get down!
Damn it!
Shut up!
We're going for a walk.
Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Take me.
I'm a better shield.
Get your ass on the floor.
Now!
We've isolated the wahabbist terror cell from Pakistan.
All strike teams have entered the theater.
We've got 5 heartbeats grouped in the northwest corner.
Snipers have visual confirmation on
Hasan and 4 bodyguards.
Bring us to green.
Percy.
Guardian Canada One.
Unsecured.
Go. Secure.
The package is out in the open.
Has it been compromised?
No.
The data update was interrupted.
I've taken a wound from local authorities.
They're looking for me.
How the hell did this happen? What... don't answer that.
Just find cover and go quiet.
I'm coming to you.
Re-dial this number precisely at 16:00.
Alpha and Bravo teams in position.
- I need to be in Montreal in 2 hours. - What?
First available flight.
Got a commercial jet leaving out of JFK at 11:00.
Not good enough.
We're in the middle of an operation... in Pakistan!
Only other thing is a military cargo transport
taking off from McGuire in half an hour.
Get me on it.
All right. Don't expect
Bloody Marys and peanuts.
What the hell's in Montreal?
So what the hell's in Montreal?
Keep your voice down. 3 weeks.
That's how long it took to plan this mission.
It's too important to screw up.
Good thing I'm leaving you in charge, then.
So what's in Montreal?
Something I need to take care of.
Something more important than Division?
I am Division.
Percy's on the move to Montreal.
Percy never goes into the field.
Pretty sure he takes his vacations in logistics.
Well, he's gone. He and Michael went at it, then he bolted.
The grown-ups were fighting?
Right in front of the kids.
So something got his attention in Montreal.
Percy's rattled.
That's not like him.
Unless it's Nikita.
He wouldn't go alone if it was her.
Why hide it from us? It's gotta be something else.
Is there any flash traffic from Canada?
Nope. Zilch-o.
Does the CIA have a station there?
In Montreal? Yeah.
They're monitoring the world's most polite terrorists.
Give me the news feeds.
Are you sure you want to get all up
in Percy's bidness?
Montreal.
Okay.
There's a...
labor strike in an oil refinery.
The canadiens want to trade for a defenseman.
Some bystander went all robocop
at a bank robbery this morning.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop.
Pull that last one up.
Laid down suppressing fire.
Definitely a professional,
possibly military trained.
We're extremely fortunate to just come away with injuries.
The suspects who robbed the bank
weren't so lucky.
He created chokepoints here and here.
There's no chance of pursuit. That's our S.O.P.
He's Division.
I was about to thank the man for saving my daughter's life,
and then he just marches out the door and starts firing.
That bugger moved so fast,
it was like he was a superhero or something.
Bank officials say the man in question,
who had come in to check out a safety deposit box,
is a landscaper from Saint-Henri.
Authorities are already searching his apartment.
He has been identified as Owen Elliot.
He is still at large and considered extremely dangerous.
No Owen Elliot on personnel or NOC lists.
That's 'cause he's off-book.
The only reason he surfaced is 'cause something went wrong.
I go rogue, Percy sics Michael on me.
You get his personal attention.
I'm sorry, miss, this area's an active crime scene.
Chill, CSI. I'm not a reporter.
I'm just going to see my friend.
Is that legal?
Thank you.
No, no, no, no. Wednesday's not going to work.
I sent you the schedule and I specifically said...
Hang on. Hi.
How much for the glass pieces?
Sorry?
The stained glass in the window.
It's handmade, right?
My boss saw them, and now he has to have them
for this lobby we're redesigning.
Do you have a contractor discount?
Sorry, they're not for sale.
Please, hang on one second.
Listen, let me call you back, okay?
Listen, I'm really sorry,
but if I go back empty-handed,
my boss is gonna kill me.
Please. Please, please, please, please, please.
Let me, uh, see what I can part with.
Thanks.
You're saving my life.
I really just make them for myself,
but I think I've got a few I can spare.
- So you're a designer? - Uh-huh.
Well, no, my boss is.
What's all the commotion next door?
Oh, um...
I just got home.
Is it that guy from the news?
I knew I recognized this neighborhood.
- Did you know him? - Not really.
He... kept to himself.
Wow, that's beautiful.
Oh, ha. These really aren't my best, but...
- They're perfect. - Thank you.
- How much? - Oh, it's okay.
Consider them profession samples.
Really?
You rock.
He's going to love 'em. Thank you.
Hi.
My husband, the idiot,
he lost his phone and, um,
he can't remember where he put it, of course.
And I was talking to a friend of mine
and he said that you guys can find cell phones now
using GPS or cell towers
or something computer-y like that.
Account holder's name?
Owen Elliot.
Account number?
JMK3185999.
Password?
Uh...
I can't release the information without the password.
Right.
Listen...
I'm not actually looking for the cell phone.
I'm looking for the cheating bastard
attached to the cell phone.
The password is probably the slut's name.
Bambi or Chloe or Jenee with two 'e'-s.
The man could not keep it in his pants
if it was tied to a zipper,
do you know what I'm saying?
Girl, you're preaching to the choir.
Just hold on a minute.
Hands.
Put 'em up slowly.
Good place to hide.
School gone to hell.
Remind you of Division any?
Is that what you got from the bank?
Percy send you? Hello?
Gun. Means question time's for me.
Though I am here because of Percy.
That's one of his black boxes, isn't it?
See for yourself.
Where did you get that butterfly?
Hey, listen...
What did you to her?
She didn't compromise the mission,
The box is secure!
What did you do with Emily?!
I'm...
not Division.
Who are you?
You're early. What went wrong?
My position was blown.
An operative made a play for the package.
It's still secure but you may want to move up your timetable.
Female, 5 foot 6?
Who is she?
Nikita. A rogue agent.
How come I wasn't briefed?
Briefed?
- Owen, what did she say to you? - Nothing.
She wanted to know who I was.
I was able to get the drop on her.
- But you let her live. - I had a choice...
either pursue her or protect the package. Now my mission is...
- to protect the box. - You made the right choice.
Location Alpha, one hour.
I'll meet you there myself.
And if you see Nikita again,
you're to terminate on sight.
- I'll take care of her. - No.
For once, she's not the priority.
Take your men and secure the rendezvous point.
And Roan,
once the delivery's been made,
I want complete containment.
You want me to cancel the courier.
He's had advanced training, so be ready.
Bluetooth devices
use 128 bit link keys
to encrypt communication. Crack the key,
and Holy Watergate, Batman.
Any cell phone within range
becomes an instant bug.
Thom.
Call me.
I don't have your number.
I think you do.
Wow. Snappy banter.
You should write for reality tv.
Has it really been that long since you've had sex?
At least some of us have had sex.
What'd you say?
Nothing, sir.
Uh, sorry, how do you put this into pairing mode again?
Ahh.
Thanks.
I can't stand that guy.
Yeah, me, neither.
Just don't let him know that.
Owen called you, didn't he?
What are you doing here?
Told you to leave work early.
That he'd talk to you when he saw you.
I'm calling the police.
They're gonna kill him, Emily.
Not the police.
The people he works for;
people I used to work for.
Owen's a landscaper.
You still believe that?
He told me not to believe the news.
He's not the man they're describing.
He's...
he's shy.
He didn't even
talk to me the first year he was here.
Why would anyone want to kill him?
Because he made a mistake.
Several, actually, starting with you.
What?
Most people want to make a connection.
They want to feel safe.
They want to feel loved.
In Owen's line of work,
those feelings get you killed.
They're what got my fiance killed.
I don't want to see it happen again.
Are you criminals?
It's a little more complicated than that.
He lied to protect you,
but he can't do it anymore.
Why should I believe you?
Because I've been through it.
I am the only one who can save Owen.
All positions, do you see the target?
This is 4. Target acquired.
I repeat, target acquired.
1,300 meters.
Emily.
We need to talk.
What's he doing?
- Where's Emily? - She's safe.
Where is she?
We're at her place. She's fine.
But she won't be if you give Percy that box.
I'm going to kill you.
What is he doing?!
Stop him!
All positions green light, take him down.
He's out of range.
What happened?
He's on his way.
This isn't cool, man.
You punched in a clean code, right?
Yeah. But what are we doing here?
We can't close the books on Backhoe without
command level sign-off. We need Percy for that,
but I need details on his current mission before contacting him.
Okay, cool.
And what are we really doing here?
Well, let's put it this way, Birkhoff... you can either help me
or I can tell Percy what you've been doing
after hours in the video conference room.
With the girls in Amsterdam.
Owen Elliot?
Owen Elliot.
Got a hit.
Percy's got him under a privileged NOC file.
What's his assignment?
Landscaper. Dude's a freakin' gardener.
That's nowhere near a standard issue cover.
Doesn't even give him legitimate excuses to travel.
Check this out...
His designation, guardian.
Never heard of that, have you?
No.
He's got cleaner-level training.
Dude's a bad ass.
He's also checked out
on some hardware I've never heard of.
Serial number BB-4905.
BB...
So that's what you're there for.
What's what you're there for?
Michael?
What's what you're there for?
We need to talk.
She's safe, Owen.
Where is she?
I'm not your enemy.
Where is she?
Owen.
Hey. Come here.
Wait.
What do you want?
I want the black box,
and I want to help you escape from Division,
with Emily.
Why?
Why did you save that little girl?
At the bank? You could have waited out the crisis;
figured out an exit.
It's what your training tells you to do.
But you didn't.
You acted differently because it was the right thing to do.
Thanks to Emily, you know how that feels.
Hey.
Leave her out of this.
She's in this, Owen. We all are.
Do you even know what that black box is?
That hard drive contains evidence of every job Division's ever done.
All the nation's dirty laundry, and more.
As long as Percy has it, he is untouchable.
It's been his leverage against the people who put him in power.
That is why I need to destroy it...
because it is the right thing to do.
Is what she's saying true?
I don't know.
Because Percy doesn't want you to know.
You have only one way to be sure.
Where's the black box?
What the hell were you doing, huh?
Nothing. Just having some fun.
Having some fun?
By breaking into Percy's office?
You want to put a gun to your head, fine.
It was nice knowing you.
I thought I could find my file.
Your file?
Don't you ever wonder, Tom?
Why we're here?
You know why we're here, Alex.
I don't mean what they're training us for.
I mean, why us?
Why me?
What is it that they saw?
What made them say, she's not such a waste of space.
That she's someone worth saving.
I have questions, too.
We all do.
But what you did was reckless.
You put me in a bad position.
You pull something like that again,
and I'll be forced to turn you in.
You buried it.
Like in the ground? Where?
You first.
How'd you escape Division?
How'd you remove your tracker?
I will tell you. Not now.
We don't have...
Oh...
No, no, no, no!
She's gone, Owen, we gotta go.
Owen! Go!
Where is it, Owen?
You took something that was mine;
something I entrusted you with.
And I want it back.
You know how this is going to turn out.
Eventually your brain
will cease to be able to distinguish
between reality and hallucination,
and you will cough up the location.
It's inevitable.
I'm just curious...
what did she tell you?
That Division is an evil empire
and I'm the big bad wolf?
Whoa.
She had a problem with her kidneys.
One day she collapsed.
In the hallway.
So I picked her up
and brought her to dialysis.
And the next week and the week after.
Her name was Emily.
Robinson.
You took something of mine, too.
I'm telling you, man,
this isn't good. Not good.
I thought you said we got in clean.
We did! But, I don't know, I must have
missed something, because these security logs
clearly have me entering Percy's office.
Okay, so we'll explain it to him.
I can make the case that it was legitimate Division business.
- Easy for you to say, teacher's pet. - Me? Whipping boy.
So what do you want me to do?
Sir? You've got a call.
Percy? Nikita.
Thanks again for helping me with that phone hack.
What? Whatever.
No, the workaround you figured out was genius.
Yeah, yeah, I'm very brilliant. Now move.
Birkhoff, get a trace on this.
This is Michael.
Hello, Michael.
Oh, Nikita. Where are you?
Fiji. I needed some R&R.
Definitely North America.
Yeah, I hear Nadi is lovely this time of year.
It's pretty humid.
I wish I could chat, but this isn't a social call.
I need to speak with Percy.
He's indisposed.
Find him.
Damn, she spoofed the tower pings.
Switching to satellite tracking.
Go ahead and patch her through to Percy.
Percy.
Hello, Percy.
Nikita.
Your ears must have been burning.
Just talking about you with your boyfriend here.
How is he?
He's been better.
What do you want?
What do I want?
What I want is to empty a clip into your face.
Yeah, well, we both know that's not going to happen,
right? I mean, unless you plan
to do irreparable damage to the country.
Yeah, yeah, you're protected. For now.
What I want today is a trade.
You give me Owen, I give you back your black box.
- I know what you did. - What?
You need to work on your sneaky-sneak, Nancy Drew.
You went somewhere you ain't supposed to be.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Tom's room?
I saw you coming out of there.
He was just helping me out with a problem.
Uh-huh.
You doubling down on that?
Look, Jaden, you want Thom? He's yours.
Just get out of my face.
She's gotta be in Montreal.
Yep. Northeast quadrant.
Trace Percy's location, too.
She may be trying to close in on his position.
On it.
What the hell is she doing?
I miss you, Nikita. I really do.
You had the most natural tradecraft instincts
of anyone I've ever seen.
No matter what the situation;
no matter how desperate,
you always had some gambit,
some bluff you could play.
You think I'm bluffing.
I think you're bluffing.
Black box serial number BB-4905.
Tell me you weren't stupid enough
to give the box to Nikita.
You didn't give it to her, did you?
Did you?!
Is that a bad thing?
Shoot him.
Do that and you'll never get your box back.
What do you think,
I don't have back-ups?
Losing one means nothing to me.
All right, well, in that case,
I'll take a peak inside this one.
I'm sure there's tons of useful information.
Maybe even some secrets about you.
You're messing with the wrong weapon.
No.
You made that mistake a long time ago.
Circle gets the square. She is 3.5 miles
- from Percy's position. - Where's Percy?
Freighter down by the old docks.
You got yourself a deal.
Tomorrow morning.
07:00, Olympic Stadium, north side. Bring Owen.
No one else.
Agreed.
And you're sure this is what you want?
He's a blip.
A rounding error.
I could kill 'em and no one would notice.
That's the difference between you and me, Percy...
you'll kill anyone, at any time.
I don't waste life.
Percy.
We found her location.
She's not far. I could call the local...
No. Don't bother. I've got men, I'll send them,
but she'll be long gone.
No, we'll be ready for her tomorrow.
Thanks.
Earlier today, we had a security breech.
Someone entered Percy's office without permission.
We're going to find that person.
You step forward now,
take responsibility,
and I will personally
put in a word for you.
Okay.
Where were you at 15:00?
In my room.
Funny, there's no log of that.
In fact, ahem,
you were completely off the grid
at that point.
Not my fault.
Anyone here that can vouch for her?
I didn't think so.
Oh, this is bull.
I didn't do anything!
You're trying to set me up,
you think I don't know that?!
Hey! What the hell's going on in here?
Michael, Michael, Michael, listen.
I got us covered here, man, okay?
Better one of them take the fall than us.
But we can fix it so it's only a slap on the wrist,
maybe a meal penalty, solitary maximum.
Everybody get out.
Go.
Look, this has nothing to do with the recruits.
I was in Percy's office.
I'll take responsibility. If there's any blowback,
it'll be on me and me alone, you got that?
All positions, check in.
She's here.
Clever.
We need to get you off-site, now.
Drop the weapon.
Was it worth it?
No! Drop the gun, Owen.
I can't let you kill him.
I want him dead just as much as you do.
Just let me do this.
I can't.
You kill him now, those black boxes get out to the world.
Innocent people will be hurt.
Innocent people like Emily?
Yes, like Emily.
She told me about you.
- How you cared for her. - Aww.
Shut up.
You cared about someone, Owen.
Remember that. I will help you get through this.
We will destroy the black boxes,
and then we'll kill this smug son of a bitch.
Do this now, people will die.
There's just one problem.
I don't care.
Ohh!
Hey.
Still working on that BIOS hack, huh?
You kinda sucked at it in class.
- I had it under control. - Right.
So the cpu was supposed to start smoking like that?
Well, I was still thinking about the demolitions lesson.
Listen, um...
I wanted to...
I didn't get the chance...
I could have dealt with...
You're welcome.
Look.
I know what you're going through, all right?
You ask yourself, did they make a mistake, do I really belong here?
But you gotta forget about all that.
This is your second chance at life.
How often do you get a gift like that?
Thanks.
Don't.
I got it.
I'm not...
Forget about it.
Thom.
I'll see you later.
Hey, chief, you wanted to see me?
Operation Backhoe went well.
The strike team took out hasan and his men cleanly.
No losses for us.
Computer breech?
Yeah, um...
Yeah, that was part of, um, ahem.
That is... there was
a legitimate...
Ahem. You should talk to Michael.
It was his call.
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