Oh, Nikita, just go.
No! The tank's gonna blow!
I know. I want you to live. Just go. Please.
I'm not going.
I love you! Damn it, just go!
I love you.
Where are we on Heidegger?
Heidecker.
Birkhoff, where are we on our best chance
at fixing Michael's hand, please?
What do you think I've been doing here?
I've been going back over all the stuff
Heidecker gave Division.
Kill chips, polymer masks, pharmaceuticals,
anything spy-fi.
And you found something?
No.
I remembered something.
Heidecker used to come in for follow-up visits.
He'd stop by, talk to the doctors,
pick up any clinical data they recorded.
These guys used Division for advanced field testing.
To Percy, we were pawns.
To Heidecker, we were lab rats.
And that made me wonder.
Who are Heidecker's lab rats now?
Meet Kosta Beciraj.
Deputy prime minister of Kosovo
and one of Heidecker's newest test subjects.
On the surface, Kosta looks like any other politician,
but scratch the surface
and there's a chewy criminal center.
Ties to organized crime, drug trade,
human trafficking, you name it.
Why would a guy like this agree to be somebody's lab rat?
About a year ago, Kosta was secretly rushed to the hospital
for emergency surgery.
The official story is,
he was receiving treatment for minor injuries
after being attacked by his pet tiger.
Who is this guy, a Bond villain?
Keep your shirt on, double oh hottie.
He had the tiger put down,
walled himself up inside his house.
He didn't want anyone to know the truth.
It wasn't a tiger.
The CIA tried to kill him.
Now, they failed, but--
He lost his leg.
Transtibial amputation.
Now, check this out.
These were taken just a few weeks ago.
Ten months after the accident.
What the hell?
Deal with the devil.
Heidecker.
Spyfi.
How do we get him?
Did some digging.
Heidecker's been visiting Kosovo about once a month.
His first stop is Kosta's house.
My guess would be some kind of maintenance
on the wonder leg.
That, and maybe the sacrifice
of a virgin or two.
He stays for three days
and then flies back out for parts unknown.
Do we know when his next trip is?
He flies in every month on the first.
That's today.
I have two days to get there,
grab Heidecker, and bring him back?
What do you mean, "grab" him?
Same thing I usually mean.
"Come with me. I'm not gonna hurt you.
We gotta go."
So, I get him back here,
and he shows us how to give Michael a new hand.
You think Ryan's gonna okay that?
This is not a Division Op. It's personal.
The only people who need to know are you, me, and...
Michael.
I gotta tell him.
Nikita.
Hey, how'd your meeting with the President go?
We're still standing here, so I think it went fine.
Which brings me to what Michael and I were discussing.
Given how well he ran Ops while I was in D.C.,
I've asked him to assume that role permanently.
Yeah, it's like the job I used to have
when Percy was running the place.
Only Ryan promised that he won't try and kill me,
so that's a little different.
Well, it's the least I could do
since the promotion doesn't come with a raise, huh?
Right.
That's great news. Congratulations.
Thanks.
I should probably get down there.
Uh, did you need me or Ryan?
Uh, Ryan.
Okay.
He seems better.
How are you doing?
I'm still adjusting.
Although not as fast as he is, I guess.
Look, I know this can't be easy on you.
I wish there was something I could do to help.
Actually, I could use some time off.
We need to confirm that that leg is real.
This'll do it, right?
Let's make sure.
Why don't I use it to examine your head
since you seem to be suffering
from some sort of brain damage?
I've been on solo missions before, nerd.
Can't you call Alex or Owen or someone?
Just have some backup?
No, Owen is still recovering from his broken ribs,
and Alex has gone out of town with Sean,
some sort of meet-the-family thing.
I can't pull her away from that.
What about Mikey?
You were gonna tell him. What happened?
He got a promotion.
He's doing better.
He--he's adjusting.
He even made a joke this morning.
Was it funny?
Look, that all sounds like good news.
It is. He's rebuilding his life.
So, if I go in there and tell him about this new hand
and nothing comes of it?
I can't give him false hope,
not after...everything.
Dude's got a new leg.
That hope is not false.
Neither is the danger.
Why are you so afraid of this Heidecker guy?
He works for people who spend their days
dreaming up new and interesting ways to commit murder.
Kill chips. Bullets made of teeth.
That stuff that liquefies your stomach.
They're not nice folks. Trust me.
I am not afraid of a bunch of scientists.
You should be.
Birkhoff,
they have something that I need.
If they are the only thing standing in the way
of me and fixing Michael's hand,
they are the ones who should be afraid.
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Okay, Nikki... According to CIA files,
the penthouse is home to one Bettina Fath.
Former model and current mistress
of Kosta Beciraj.
Yes?
Flowers.
Just put it on the table, please.
No card?
No tip?
Kosta just left his office.
He's on his way to you now.
I know you're scared, but I'm not here to hurt you.
You are here to kill Kosta?
I need something from him,
but I don't want to kill him.
Why not?
He is a pig.
He deserves to die.
You have a gun. Why not shoot him?
Uh, well, I need him alive.
But if you can help me, I can help you.
♪
Bettina, where are you?
♪
You look tired.
♪
You need to relax and let me take care of you.
♪
So, what did you have in mind, huh?
A sedative.
Pig.
There's a ticket waiting for you at the airport.
When you land, check into the hotel.
There'll be a packet there,
everything you need to start your life over.
Thank you.
Okay. Hold the ultrasound steady.
I need accurate measurements to calculate this.
We don't want to kill him.
It really is live tissue.
Over a metal endoskeleton.
Actually, it looks like his bones are made of carbon fiber.
It's a little disappointing.
It's awesome.
Okay, give him three ccs of the NSM-26.
How long till this drug does its job?
As soon as he wakes up, he'll feel warm and tingly.
Then pain and swelling.
He'll be begging Heidecker for a house call
before you know it.
We found Bettina's car at the airport.
She flew to Berlin.
No idea where she went from there.
Keep looking.
She does not get to leave me, understand?
My leg has, uh,
it's been bothering me ever since I woke up.
Where is Heidecker?
Our driver is on his way to meet Heidecker now
to deliver the payment.
I find Mr. Beciraj's payment acceptable.
Thank you.
All right, load the plane.
Mr. Beciraj needs to see you.
We're about to take off.
I have a schedule that must be adhered to.
You will have to be late.
Hey, do you know where Nikita went?
Ryan said she took a few days off.
Uh, I'm not sure.
I think she went somewhere with Alex.
Like a spa or something.
Or maybe not.
You're supposed to be out of town with your boyfriend.
Uh, sorry to expose your web of lies,
but his sister canceled.
Her kids are sick.
Okay, let's try this again.
Where's Nikita?
Look, maybe you should call her
and ask her yourself.
I don't want to be in the middle of this.
You're up to your neck in this.
Whatever "this" is.
What is all this?
What did you do?
I overrode your hotkey app
and restored all the hidden windows.
The timestamps on these are wrong.
No, they're not.
They have to be.
If this guy lost his leg a year ago,
he can't be walking around.
As far as we can tell, it's not a prosthetic.
It's real flesh and blood grown over carbon fiber bone.
Oh, my God. Michael.
My leg is throbbing.
It hurts to walk.
There's swelling.
It must be that shot.
What, you give me bad medicine, maybe?
There is nothing wrong with the medication.
This sounds like a bug bite, some kind of allergic reaction.
Call a doctor.
I called you.
You fix it.
I'm not a doctor.
My function is merely to observe
and gather data from the test subjects.
I am not one of your lab rats.
Or am I? Hmm?
Is your little experiment done?
Have you decided it's time to put down the test subject?
No one is trying to kill you.
American agents already try and kill me.
That's how I lost my leg.
Maybe they try again, hmm?
What, they get to you?
Convince you to do the dirty work?
I don't have time to indulge your paranoia.
My friend.
You are not going anywhere.
Birkhoff, we have a problem.
I think Kosta may be crazier than we thought.
I gotta go in.
No, Nikita, you need to get out.
- Michael, what are you-- - Pull out.
It's too dangerous, and you're alone in there.
I can't let them kill Heidecker.
Damn it. Nikita!
What the hell is going on here?
You're going to fix my leg.
And you're going to give me
all the wonder medicine I could ever need
to make it strong and healthy.
Until then, you will stay right here with me.
What?
The gun makes it very difficult
for me to focus on your problem.
Well, maybe I shoot you, huh?
A leg for a leg.
Maybe you'd focus then.
Now, you don't want to threaten me.
And why is that?
Come on, let's go.
Looking for this?
Kosovo?
Do you have any idea how delicate
the political situation is there?
Why the hell didn't you stop her?
Please remind me of the last time
someone successfully stopped Nikki from doing anything.
Ever. He has a point.
And we have an international crisis.
Nikita just assaulted the deputy prime minister
of a U.N. recognized--
Kosta Beciraj is a criminal.
Everyone knows that.
He's a duly appointed government official.
That's what matters.
No, what matters is, she's captured.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Shut up, everyone.
Shut up. I got Nikki.
She's close to her comm.
I will send them your head in a box.
Maybe they can grow you a new body.
This is a misunderstanding.
No! I paid you for this leg and you double-cross me?
Now it's you who will pay.
After you undo what you did to me.
And what did I do to you, hmm?
Your accusations keep changing.
Am I a mad scientist? Am I a CIA assassin?
Oh, you travel alone
and pretend to feel no fear.
But she--
she proves this is not so true.
Pay close attention to what happens to your bodyguard.
It will happen much more slowly to you.
If you harm her, I won't help you.
Why would he protect her?
He's buying some time.
Maybe you're warm-blooded after all.
Michael, you can't go in there blind.
You come up with the plan.
I'll call you when I get there.
I gather his plan is, step one, fly to Kosovo,
step two, kick ass?
I want to go with him.
Take backup with you.
What, you shadow him every trip? Huh?
The medic is here.
Not here. The kitchen.
Take them to Kiki's room.
We'll continue this after I'm cleaned up.
And call Slavisa.
Tell him I want the borders closed.
Sir?
We may have other conspirators in the country.
They must not be allowed to escape.
Tell the minister of defense
to radio the checkpoints and close the borders now!
There's no way we can keep a lid on this.
No containment possible.
Well, look, even if Kosovo flips out
and seals its borders,
it doesn't necessarily mean
Division had something to do with it.
Yes, but if Danforth finds out
and tells the President,
then we are, all of us, dead.
They will brand Nikita as a rogue assassin
and they will burn this place down to make sure
we can't cause damage like this again.
I'm beginning to understand
why Percy made the Black Boxes.
Government has a trigger on you,
you put a trigger on them.
Percy.
How would Percy deal with this kind of thing?
He'd try to get ahead of it,
spin something.
He called it "controlling the narrative."
Danforth.
Commander, I hope you don't mind me
calling you on your secure line.
That's what it's for, Fletcher. What's wrong?
Uh, nothing wrong.
Just curious about the situation in Kosovo.
What situation?
Evan, please,
I've got people on the ground in Macedonia.
They've heard the rumors.
I just need to know what to tell them.
Rumors about what?
That Kosovo is getting ready to close its borders.
If there was something going on,
I'd hear about it from Camp Bondsteel.
But you haven't.
You want to check rumors, call TMZ.
I don't have time for this.
Now we just wait for him to call back.
What? Did it sound like I was lying?
No.
So, this is Kiki's room?
His pet tiger. Now deceased.
Well, we haven't been formally introduced.
I know who you are.
What I want to know is why you saved me back there.
Shameless self-interest.
Mr. Beciraj is going to kill me.
Based on the skills you possess,
courtesy of your Division training,
I decided that you afforded me
the greatest chance of escape.
How do you know that--?
How do you know who I am?
I know every agent in Division.
Not personally, of course. Statistically.
Blood type, body mass, response time.
Things of this nature.
Right.
Because we were just useful tools to you.
I hope so. In this case.
Be careful.
Some tools have a sharp edge.
Now, you went to a great deal of trouble to find me.
I must have something that you need.
Well, I subscribe to the principle of fair exchange.
If you help me,
I would be happy to return the favor.
Assuming you tell me what that favor might be.
One of our own was wounded...in combat.
He lost his right hand.
Oh, dear.
You made him a new leg.
I thought you could make us a new hand.
Well, I didn't, uh, make the leg.
The men I work for did.
I merely applied the technology
and occasionally returned to service it, collect data.
Same as I used to do at Division.
Birkhoff told me you were the source of the tech.
No, no, not the source.
The, uh, sales rep for the source.
I saw that leg. The skin was real.
It was real. Yeah, most of it is.
The bone is carbon fiber, of course, but the tissue--
the tissue was regrown from his own DNA.
That's not possible.
You've worked with some of our prototypes.
I would hope that your perspective on what's possible
might have been expanded by now.
I'm sorry if gadgets like the kill chip
don't fill me with a sense of wonder.
We didn't design them to kill.
That was simply how Percy chose to apply the technology.
Used in other ways,
those chips could help millions of people.
You allowed your technology to be used in this way.
You gave it to a covert Black Ops group.
The military funding of science
has led to breakthroughs
that have changed the lives
of every single human being in the world.
Ah, you mean like the atom bomb.
I mean, like atomic energy.
Like the Internet, developed by DARPA.
Like GPS, developed by the Navy.
Yay, science.
Hmm.
The answer is yes.
We can make your friend a new hand,
one indistinguishable from the one he lost.
But it can't be built from inside this cage.
So, what do you say we, uh,
we get me out of here?
Now...
Tell me what you did to my leg.
It's a slow-acting poison.
What you're experiencing right now
is just the beginning.
By tomorrow, it'll be too painful to walk on,
and by next week, you'll be dead.
You must fix it.
We can, but we'll need some assurances.
If we help you,
you have to agree to let us go.
And what assurances do I have?
You already poisoned me once.
How do I know
that the next shot's not going to make things worse?
You can test it out
on one of your many men.
If he survives, you're safe.
And once your leg is healed,
you'll take us to a location of our choosing
and I will give you all the anti-rejection medicine I have.
We will leave.
You'll never see us again.
I accept your terms.
Where is the antidote? In your bag?
No, I'm afraid not.
We'll have to manufacture the antidote right here.
And how long will it take?
Several hours.
And...
We need supplies.
That's quite a list.
It will take a while for my men to pull this all together.
You better hurry.
We wouldn't want that beautiful, perfect leg to rot
and fall off while they're out shopping.
This is Fletcher.
You were right about the borders.
Great call. No one else caught it.
What's the President's plan?
Stall.
Until we figure out how to handle this.
You remember what happened last year
when the Kosovo police
tried to take over the northern posts.
Six months of violence
on both sides of the border.
I don't suppose the U.N. Security Council
wants to repeat that particular part of history.
They aren't sure what to do.
The prime minister can be reasoned with.
His right hand man is a different story.
It's why the CIA
tried to take him out in the first place, right?
I don't suppose they could try again.
I can't risk another botched CIA job.
If we took him out, it would have to be clean.
Invisible, even.
You're not suggesting--
It's why Division was created, right?
Do you think your people can get to Beciraj?
I believe we might have a way in.
I thought you said you weren't a scientist.
No, no, I said I wasn't the kind of a scientist
who could engineer a way to regenerate someone's limb.
Basic chemistry, I can manage.
So, the leg. Tell me how it works.
I can only explain it in the most rudimentary way.
Good.
'Cause that's the only way I'll understand it.
All right.
We know that newts and salamanders
can regrow severed limbs.
So, the researchers developed a chemical cocktail
that creates pluripotent stem cells--
the same thing salamanders use for regeneration.
Do you know how much something like this costs?
I mean, I don't know if you got the memo,
but Division lost most of its government funding.
Our organization isn't interested in money.
We're very well funded. What we need is data.
The kind that comes from clinical trials,
real world testing.
How did your friend lose his hand?
It would help me figure out
if he's a good candidate for the regeneration process.
He was pinned under a burning car.
It was either cut off his hand or watch him die.
A clean cut.
Not a crush injury. That's good, that's good.
I assume the amputation took place in the field, yes?
A great deal of blood loss?
There was a lot of blood.
Too much.
Medical support was an hour away,
and, uh,
fortunately, there was a sharp blade
and a burning car,
so it only took a-- a few tries
to cauterize the wound.
I'm sorry.
It must have been very difficult for you
to, uh, do what you did.
I don't think I'll ever get the sound of his screams
out of my head.
When you see him whole again,
you will.
Okay, we're at the compound.
You told me to make a plan.
I'm all ears.
I need you to kill Kosta Beciraj.
This order has been sanctioned by the President.
Hey, I thought Division didn't do kill missions anymore.
Consider this the last one. Good luck.
Okay, we're in position.
From what we heard on the comm,
they're holding them in Kiki's room.
It's behind the house in the old stables.
Once you start moving,
there's no cover between you and the house.
Okay.
Bill, you guys keep the guards busy
on this side of the house.
And that'll be your position,
once Chris takes care of the guards.
Go! Go, go, go!
This is our shot.
All right, we're good. Go ahead and use the fire.
Fire in the hole.
Aah!
Let's go.
Michael? What are you doing?
The keltrex prototype.
I prefer "Michael," but thanks.
- What's the plan? - To get you out of here.
I've got a car half a mile up the road.
We won't make it on foot.
I saw another car on the other side of the house.
Ops, I've got Nikita and a passenger.
We'll get another ride.
Keep him distracted, but don't kill him.
Alex, target is on the south side of the building.
Sir, we must go!
Kosta!
Cover story?
Yeah, cover story.
Ops, target is eliminated.
It'll look like his own man shot him.
Copy that.
Alpha team, disengage.
Rendezvous with Alex and follow exfil route as planned.
Did you erase the security footage?
Like we were never there.
Tell the President it's done.
Mikey, local fuzz got a call about all the noise.
They're coming to crash the party.
You need to stay off the main roads.
All right. Alex, take the team to the extraction point.
We'll find another way. We gotta get going now.
- I have a plane. - Let's go.
It's Heidecker.
I'm on my way now.
Please ready the plane
and make sure the cargo is secure.
Oh, yeah, that model always was twitchy.
We had trouble calibrating the biosensors.
What we came to realize was that the myoelectric feedback
had been weakened because the signal
was spread across too many sensors.
I'm sorry. You lost us.
All Seymour needs to do is clip a few of the returns.
You'll get far more consistent results, although
I doubt you'll be needing that prosthetic much longer.
Do you really think the limb regeneration's gonna work?
Well, from what you tell me about his injury
and from what I can see in this incredibly poor light,
I believe Michael an excellent candidate.
We're here. Eh, just up ahead.
Uh, that gentleman in the black jacket
is the last of Kosta's thugs.
We're going to have to deal with him
before my pilot can take off, otherwise...
Got it.
Well, I'm sure you'll want to get started
as soon as possible.
We'll need to run a few tests.
You're gonna want to start
on the anti-rejection meds immediately.
Why are there kids on the plane?
I told you to secure the cargo.
As I explained to Nikita,
everyone pays what they can.
The children are Kosta's payment.
Who are they? Were they kidnapped?
Well, to be honest with you, it never occurred to me to ask.
It was irrelevant.
Real world testing is important to our research,
and it's very difficult to find able-bodied test subjects.
They're children, not guinea pigs.
These children come from abject poverty.
They have extremely short life expectancies.
At least now, their lives will have some meaning.
No wonder you and Percy got along.
You're a monster.
And you're Division agents.
You've both killed plenty of people.
You can't be surprised that this is how the world works.
It doesn't mean we're gonna stand by
and let you get away with this.
Nikita.
The President was quite impressed
by what you did in Kosovo.
To be honest, so was I.
I know it was a delicate situation for the President.
Making it look like an attempted coup?
Stroke of genius.
It's not that I don't appreciate the kudos,
but you could have said this all over the phone.
Why'd you need to see me?
The President and I have given this matter a lot of thought.
We'd like to have a serious conversation
about Division's future.
Well, I assumed Birkhoff was exaggerating, of course,
but you really did take over his whole space.
Yeah, I needed it to lay all of this out,
but it's everything we found on that plane.
Heidecker can't talk,
but maybe his stuff can tell us something.
I'm so sorry about Kosovo.
Don't apologize.
I should thank you.
I was ready to give up and accept that this
was the best I was ever gonna have,
but you proved me wrong.
You gave me hope.
How? I shot Heidecker.
He's dead. Yes.
But the people he works for aren't.
They're still out there.
They can fix this. They can give me a new hand.
Michael, these are not good people.
Birkhoff was right to warn me about them.
Yeah, and you were right to ignore him.
This is my chance to get back what I lost.
I mean, I didn't even think it was possible.
Now that I know that it is,
I can't give up on that.
We can't trust them, and we certainly
shouldn't be in business with them.
We won't be.
We'll find them,
we'll take what we need,
and we'll burn their house down.
Whatever it takes.
How'd it go with the boss lady?
She was pleased with the operation in Kosovo.
No one suggested liquidating our assets even once.
That's good news, right?
What else did she say?
She was so impressed
that she's asked us to look into a few other matters.
All right, hold on.
We all agreed
that there wouldn't be any government missions.
We'd find these rogue agents
and then we'd shut this place down.
Strictly clean-up duty,
with a real hard expiration date.
What do we do?
I mean, I feel like I've done enough.
It's four files.
We take care of them,
maybe that's the end of it.
No, not the end.
This is how it begins.
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