Vodka.
Well, I'll be damned.
The prince has returned to the slums from which he came.
On the house.
Good, because I can't afford it.
Drink.
I'll go get some of the good stuff in the back.
It's me. I have something.
Ari Tasarov himself has walked into my bar.
I don't know.
He looks like the world has given him a beating.
Ari Tasarov is wanted in connection with
the murder of the CIA director.
After you left Naomi's body in the FBI morgue,
people started asking questions.
The FBI searched her apartment. They found an encrypted
phone she used to communicate with her former Gogol handler.
He's got at least three agencies after him,
FBI, Interpol, and CIA.
Amanda's little games caught up to him.
That's what happens when you get in bed with a schemer.
Let's fire up Shadownet and see if we can
catch him breaking pattern. Way ahead of you.
Shadowbot coughed up a mention of Ari Tasarov on a phone call.
Sounds like it was between an FBI agent and his C.I.,
some bartender in Brighton Beach.
Ari's wanted for killing an American official.
What's he doing in Brooklyn?
FBI's got the same question.
It looks like the world has given him a beating.
He says he's broke. Broke?
The mighty are not so mighty anymore.
Keep him there. We're on our way.
I will keep him here. You can believe it.
Don't forget about me.
- How long ago was that call? - Five minutes.
Tactical's warming up the SUVs.
So he's in Brooklyn. He's broke.
Sounds like he's on the run.
Why don't you seem too happy about that?
Because Ari's alone.
Still waiting for the not happy part.
Where is his beloved Amanda?
Why is he on the run and she's not?
She's not wanted by Interpol. She's got no reason to hide.
Right. So why is she not hiding him?
We shouldn't have let Ari escape.
You can stage the operation from here.
He knows nothing of this location.
- But he knows me. - Saalim,
do you really want to call this off now
after you've come so far?
- What about you? - What about me?
We have our reasons for wanting this.
You're an American. Why are you supporting us?
I also have a cause.
Your success is going to help me with it.
As long as Ari stays out of the way.
Ari is a coward.
He's only as brave as his bank accounts...
Which are now my bank accounts.
Without his men or his money,
he will crawl into the shadows and stay there.
We will not hear from him again.
Are you sure this is okay?
The tab is open, and it can stay open.
I never liked you, Tasarov.
But...you settle your debts,
and you are never far from a very big payday.
Okay, listen up. FBI just reported
they're on the scene. Get a move on.
We're here.
Please stand back!
Nerd, he's on the run.
Can you get him on the street cams?
Can do. Get mobile. I'll help you intercept.
What took you so long?
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Is that all you guys do around here is train?
Helps kill time.
That's not so different from being in prison.
Plus they have a yard, so at least I'd see some sun.
Actually...No, they'd keep a domestic terrorist
like me in Supermax. No sunlight there, either.
You're not gonna be down here forever.
Just until-- The next big American tragedy
bumps me off the nightly news.
On the upside, at least I'll have some free time
so I can pester you to tell me
what that thing means.
If that is your idea of a good time,
then we've gotta get you topside soon.
Come on, it's just a tat.
I mean, sailors get 'em all the time.
It's a personal thing.
Kind of private.
Really?
You kinda look like a billboard over there.
And you?
You're like a walking conspiracy theory.
How's that?
Everyone thinks him and Naomi were working together.
Navy SEAL was in bed with a Gogol sleeper.
That's almost funny.
No. It's not.
Hey...I was just messing with you.
I'm not offended. But I kind of like
how she was offended for me. Yeah.
Still, I'd--I'd ease off on the tats thing, you know?
She'll tell ya when she's ready.
I'm glad that we can finally talk.
You said you wanted to be safe.
From who?
- Amanda. - Oh.
Trouble in paradise?
We're not together anymore. She doesn't know I'm here.
Let me guess. You became a wanted man,
and she no longer wanted you. That's fairly accurate.
Oh, boo hoo.
You shouldn't have gotten in bed with her in the first place.
Yes, well, that's the trouble with Amanda, isn't it?
She makes her bed, and then one is forced to lie in it.
A few days ago I returned from Europe
to learn I was being sought by every major
law enforcement agency on the planet.
I was understandably agitated.
What the hell have you done now?
Interpol has three separate bulletins out on me!
It was your asset that blew the mission.
Yes, my asset.
Naomi was never meant to be activated.
One might say I came home to find another man in my bed.
Who?
We'll get to that.
Just know this:
Like Naomi, he is an asset that Amanda has taken
and twisted to her own ends.
Interpol? What's this about Interpol?
Relax, Saalim. It's no problem.
Can we discuss this in private? Please tell me you're not
actually arming this amateur psychopath.
Arming and teaching.
You're using him.
You're using him as part of your plot against Division.
- What's Division? - I am exposed!
These are weapons I acquired.
I can't have any more suspicion fall on me!
He's right. He's a loose end.
If you don't want to be exposed as well,
you'd better kill him.
Timur.
Timur, before you pull that trigger, consider this--
you're not like Saalim.
You're not here for a belief or a cause.
You are here because you are well paid...
And I have frozen all of Ari's assets.
- What? - If you pull that trigger,
you'll be pulling it for free.
Ask yourself-- is Ari worth that much?
Is she lying?
I barely made it out of there.
And you ran straight for Division?
That's pretty desperate.
Especially for you. Yes, well,
you'll thank me for that once I tell you
who she's working with.
Amanda's gone too far this time.
All right.
Who is this mystery asset?
- Terrorist. - Okay, terrorist. Who?
The answer to that question depends entirely
on whether or not you're willing to make a deal.
Well, how did I know that was coming?
No, Nikita, believe me...
You have no idea what's coming.
I'll give you a hint.
The first attack will seem like a random act of violence.
Small. Isolated.
The target will be innocent average Americans.
I have my target.
I'll get the next one.
You'll know it when you hear about it.
But you won't be able to stop it.
Not without my help.
Uhhuh.
And how much is that gonna cost?
50 million. Electronically transferred
to the J.S.L. Partner bank of Switzerland,
account number 569711008.
50 million? Correct.
Dollars?
Not Monopoly money?
That's awesome.
Nikita.
Got a sec?
This is an unbelievable scene.
If you're just tuning in, as of right now,
authorities are unclear of much of anything.
Was it a disgruntled employee, a random assailant?
There are reports, all of them unconfirmed,
that a man in a business suit fled the scene.
Birkhoff, tap us into
local first responders-- see what they know.
- On it. - That remains to be--pardon me.
I'm just getting word that we are receiving
a claim of responsibility, a transmission.
It is streaming from the web right into E.N.N. headquarters.
Let's listen in.
How's it feel?
Everything you love ripped away in a second.
When it happens in America,
it's called a national tragedy.
When it happens in our countries,
it's called collateral damage.
Acceptable losses.
A percentage some General signs off on
before drones start flying.
You send your troops, your helicopters,
your drones, to kill your enemies.
But you hit innocent people too.
You say you want peace.
Your so-called road to peace is splattered with our blood.
Call us the Crimson Resistance.
We don't know when death will come.
Neither will you.
The people we love were taken from us,
and we never had a chance to say good-bye.
Neither will you.
Tapped into E.N.N. servers,
got a line on that video stream.
No way to trace it, but the packet encryption
is definitely Division signature.
- How do you know that? - I wrote the algorithms.
Which means Amanda is on the other end of that broadcast,
just like Ari said she would be. Son of a bitch.
He knows who this is and he's holding out for money?
Wait a second, wait a second.
Look, Ari surrendered.
Then he asked to be brought into Division,
and then he tries to get 50 million out of us.
He'd have to either be crazy or stupid,
and the man is neither.
Well, he must have another move.
Maybe he's trying to raise money,
build an army, break himself out of here?
It doesn't matter. He's not gonna get 50 bucks,
much less 50 million.
I wouldn't give him 50 seconds.
Give me an empty room and a pair of pliers--
I'll use 'em to take off Ari's fingernails, one by one.
He'll break after his pinky.
He's trained to resist torture.
Ari's a negotiator.
Just give me some more time with him.
We still have a few moves of our own.
Okay. In the meantime,
let's get you two on the ground in Pittsburgh,
see if we can't get some clues from the crime scene.
I thought it would feel different.
How does it feel?
When that stray bullet...
took my little girl...
It was like I'd been torn apart from the inside out.
I remember holding her...
Screaming so loud I couldn't hear myself.
I thought then I had wanted revenge, but--
This isn't revenge.
You want them to feel what you feel.
It's the only way they'll learn.
They need to scream so loud they can't hear!
Saalim...I know where you're coming from.
It's why I'm assisting you.
You're not laughing anymore.
What does Amanda get out of helping a bunch of terrorists?
Why does Amanda do anything these days?
You.
She's trying to frame Division.
You armed the Crimson resistance to create a panic.
The weapons they're using are the last few
I purchased from Cyrus, your former arms dealer.
Oh, I assure you,
the trail will lead right to Division's front door.
Unless you end it now.
For a price.
What are you gonna do with $50 million?
You can't spend it from a prison cell.
The real question
is how much are those innocent lives worth to you?
I don't put a price on human life!
Then 50 million is a bargain.
Then that would be for your life as well.
- My life? - Yeah.
Or whatever you want to call spending the rest of your
existence in a 7x12-foot box,
because no matter what...
You are never getting out of here.
The attacker worked his way through the lobby.
Security cameras were scrambled.
Yeah. Division tech.
Courtesy of Amanda.
They didn't ask for this.
Just got caught up in somebody else's war.
I think that was the idea.
It's a good kill.
Simple, yet still a little bit dirty.
Just like Division.
Amanda's teaching them well.
Just like Amanda taught us.
Me, she just stuck with a needle.
You still don't remember any of it?
Part of me's not sure I really want to.
One thing I do remember is Amanda said,
I used to be a soldier.
My name was Sam.
And I killed all my friends.
Owen, don't let her define you.
Don't let anyone.
She taught us.
She taught them. Birkhoff.
How's that help us?
Ari said Amanda gave the terrorists equipment.
Maybe she gave them ghost phones.
Yeah, so?
You said that the video streaming
used our encryption signature. Don't the phones?
Yes, but we can't trace them.
That's the point. Just go with me.
Can we find any evidence of the encryption
on the cell towers around here?
Okay, the call logging in the towers
at the time of the attack
does show evidence of the encryption, but again--
We can't trace it. But...
If they were to use the phones and talk before the next attack,
we might be able to trace where they're about to hit next.
Sure, if we jacked into every cellular network nationwide.
Are you telling me that Shadowbot is not up to the task?
Bite your tongue, princess.
We do agree on one thing.
What's that?
You are a spy, not a terrorist.
I like to get things done without firing a shot.
I had a chance to kill you once.
In '06.
At a basketball game. You brought your son.
Or have you forgotten?
I lied to Division.
I told them that my rifle jammed.
You owe me.
I spared your life. I took care of you.
You simply behaved
exactly the way Amanda thought you would.
She called me.
She told me to bring my son to the game.
She knew you'd figure out a way
to not murder me in front of him.
Killer with a conscience.
She told you to use your son as a prop?
Was there no place she would draw the line?
We both used the relationship to our mutual benefit.
She's been playing you from the jump, Ari.
Every single one of your plans
has been derailed by her obsession with hurting me.
- Lately, yes. - Then what are you waiting for?
She ruined you. Let's bury her.
All you have to do is give me the name,
and we can end this now.
Amanda is all the reason you need.
Oh, I can think of 50 million more.
He's not budging.
How did Alex and Owen make out? Nothing concrete.
Just a plan to isolate the terrorist's phone,
which is a long shot, a very long shot.
It looks like our only other option
is to pay the son of a bitch.
- Let's say we did. - We ran that.
Well, run it for me.
The account Ari mentioned is on a secure VPN.
You put the money in, and it gets walled off.
It's only accessible through a dedicated satellite uplink.
So, we drop in the money and we track it.
Birkhoff can find it through satellite.
We'll know where it's going and what it's for.
Too risky.
It's the federal government.
It's 50 mill. It's a drop in the bucket.
It would be if we were actually
funded by the government.
What are you talking about?
Oversight used to tear off
little black budget earmarks for Division.
Feed the dog under the table.
Not anymore. The President doesn't want
any taxpayer money flowing into this place.
How do we have an operating budget?
We received some seed money,
which I grew into a sizeable pile of cash
with Birkhoff's help.
Nothing illegal.
Point is, our operating budget is currently 53.6 million.
We pay Ari, we're running on fumes.
So unless you want to start taking
mercenary jobs for profit,
paying up...means shutting down.
I have a target.
People are in shock.
If you're just joining us, we are hearing
that the Crimson Resistance has struck
in the small town of Romeo, Michigan.
No one is safe. Authorities still have no leads.
To strike terror in the hearts of all Americans.
And I'm hearing... Five dead.
Gunned down at a roadside stand.
Where will they strike next?
I've just been informed we're getting another message,
a transmission that's coming into the E.N.N. headquarters.
Let's listen in.
From your biggest cities
to your smallest farms...
No one is safe.
Many of you will now want to stay at home with your families,
behind closed doors. It won't make a difference.
The next attack will be in a normal suburb,
in a normal house. Maybe yours.
My God, they're all random targets.
How many more of these are coming?
This is the last one.
Like the innocents who have died in your wars--
the acceptable losses-- you won't be able to predict it.
And soon, very soon I hope,
your fear will turn to anger.
And that anger will awaken you to the truth.
The only way to stop the violence...
Is for you to end it first.
Tell me...
The terrorist's...
Name!
All you've gotta do is give me a name.
All you have to do is pay.
$50 million.
Countless lives saved. It's a simple transaction.
You are not gonna see a dime.
There is no way you win.
Don't worry about me. Worry about Amanda.
If she wins, Division dies, unless you pay.
Clock's ticking.
Okay, I just flagged our encryption
on a cell tower in Columbus, Ohio.
If the terrorists are talking to each other,
it's in this neighborhood.
Mikey?
It's too soon for another attack.
The hits have all been in 24-hour intervals.
Maybe it's an early call? They're prepping?
It is in the suburbs, like our whack job predicted.
Do we have surveillance on sub-level 12?
No cameras in the dungeon.
No one ever wanted to see what went on down there.
Look, Nikki's just trying to do the same thing we all are--
prevent the next attack. Just focus on that.
All right.
If you gotta find a needle,
it'll help to shrink the haystack.
We can get our teams out there quick.
You're worried about Nikita.
I'm worried she's going to kill him,
and then we'll have no leads.
Go. I'll cover for you here,
help coordinate the teams.
I can do this all day.
Forever.
Is that what you think that ring means?
You getting delusional now, Ari?
You're tougher than that. Your sad attempt
to build a life with Michael...
That's how Amanda and I started so many years ago.
Now look at us.
There's no forever in this business.
You know, someone once told me
to beat a monster you have to...
get down on their level.
Fight fire with fire.
Let's get started.
Nikita.
You gonna tell me to stop now, Michael?
You afraid this is gonna end up like Sierra Leone?
- Yes. - Well, that was worth it.
We broke our target that time, didn't we?
But at what price?
Nikita.
Oh.
Why, thank you, Michael...
For lending me a hand.
You've heard of an eye for an eye.
How about a hand for a hand?
Nikita, that's enough!
That's enough!
Ari, you better give me that name now,
'cause I'm not gonna be able to hold her off of you much longer.
The couple that tortures together stays together.
Is that it, Michael?
What was the code word? Um...
Sierra Leone?
I've done too many versions of good cop/bad cop, children.
How do you know which one I am?
When's the wedding, Michael?
Have you even set a date?
If your relationship meant anything to either of you,
you wouldn't be here.
Ops, we're on scene.
The other three teams are in their sectors.
Head east, towards Tivoli Court.
Assuming they're gonna try to make a quick escape
like they have in the past,
that street has the best egress towards the interstate.
Copy that. We're on the move.
- First Nikita, now you. - What's that?
I ride off with the cowgirl,
while the boyfriend stays back at the ranch.
Owen Elliot. Designation: Third wheel.
Right.
Thanks, by the way.
What you said back at the elevators.
Emily used to say stuff like that all the time,
that I could change.
That's why I got my-- my butterfly.
She said it was proof that-- people can have a second life.
Yeah.
Someone I knew used to say the same thing all the time.
Is that why you got your ink?
She was a girl in the pla--
in the brothel.
That's where they put me when I first came here.
We shared a room.
She said she would dream some nights about escaping
by climbing to the roof
and flying away on butterfly wings.
One night she got high.
She made it up there...
to the roof, and...
she decided to try and fly.
You know, she's just like those people in the elevator.
Innocent.
I'm sorry.
Guys, listen up.
I think I just caught a whiff of our encryption
on the local cell network.
You should be right on top of it.
Ops... We may have something.
I'm gonna get out. Keep driving past.
- Yeah, yeah. - The target is in sight.
- Where are they? - They are inside.
I go now.
Drop your weapon!
Something's wrong.
Where is he?
Where's the man who gives you orders?
Where's the man who gives the orders?
The attacks will keep coming if we don't break him.
Owen was right. He should have broken by now.
Maybe he's greedier than we thought.
He's not gonna take this much abuse.
No way. Doesn't matter how much money
he thinks he's gonna make.
What is he holding out for?
What would you hold out for?
- You. - Seriously.
I am serious.
The only reason to hold out is for someone you love.
Yeah, but to say he loved Amanda is a stretch,
and she left him anyway. So who does he have that--
What?
It's for Stefan. That's who the money's for.
You're holding out for your son.
I'm trying to give my son a life.
A real life, away from all this.
50 million. That's quite a golden ticket.
The money is for a trust.
And for his caretaker,
an elite operative
who will protect him from the likes of you.
Or Amanda. You should have told us.
We would have protected him.
Why, so you could use him against me?
Or use us both as a lure to catch Amanda?
I wouldn't have done that.
You're my sworn enemy, Nikita.
Forgive me if I didn't give you the benefit of the doubt.
Right, so instead you traded in
on innocent lives, like your son's--
He didn't ask for any of this!
He certainly didn't choose his birthright.
You didn't have a plan to get out of here, did you?
You ask me what I call my future existence
in a 7x12-foot box. I call it my fate.
And I accept it.
All right. Then accept this.
We are not funded by the government anymore.
I don't have that kind of money.
And if your caretaker is not paid,
the only thing standing between your son
and Amanda's retribution is me.
The terrorist's name is Saalim Nassar.
A Yemeni-born American citizen. He was visiting his home country
when a stray bullet from an American raid
struck and killed his only daughter.
I don't have his location,
but I have his personal phone number.
Division should be able to trace it.
You said they wouldn't find us,
and I hear one of my people killed on the line!
- Something's happened. - You heard them.
Who could they have been?
One of your people made a mistake.
We didn't do anything different!
This is your fault. The equipment is sound.
Then someone's helping them!
It can't be on my side.
I don't pick the target until the last minute.
Someone on your side is helping them.
Am I wrong?
Saalim, there are no sides here.
My cause is your cause,
and the world knows exactly who the Crimson Resistance is.
It's not enough.
There needs to be at least three.
You're right.
We'll broadcast sooner, before the next attack.
Keep them terrified, off balance,
the way they should be.
We got him. Birkhoff tracked his phone.
He's in an apartment on the upper West Side.
- Grab team? - Alex and Owen.
They were already choppering back here,
but they diverted, and they're close.
- Good. - Not good.
What is it?
News outlets are receiving another live broadcast.
Some people say we should stop.
We will not.
Birkhoff, now that we know where he is--
Yes, I know, I know. Tapping local Wi-Fi.
As I speak, another attack is being prepared.
When I am finished, I will signal them to continue.
Owen and Alex will never make it.
Can we shut him off?
I got a better idea.
Birkhoff, let's hack into this guy's software.
Copy that.
Time for Toto to pull the curtain back on the wizard.
Only then will your voice be the one your leaders hear.
We will not stop until this policy is changed,
until we put an end to random, indiscriminate murd--
Michael, this is the frame up Ari was talking about.
Hello, is this the counter-terrorism section?
I have a very important tip for you.
Clear!
All clear.
Ops, we're clear.
Better get crackin'. FBI's on the way.
Birkhoff, are you sure this is gonna erase
every trace of Division off this computer?
Super clean, baby.
Just like you like it.
I'll clean the rest.
Nikki! Nikki...
I got an encrypted phone call. It's her.
We got it upstairs.
Yeah.
Word on the street is Ari Tasarov's
been picked up by federal agents.
Don't believe everything you hear.
I know he's there, and I know he's helping you.
Is that why you called? To confirm a rumor?
I just have one question: Why the delay?
You couldn't get Saalim's name out of him?
I didn't need to. You did that.
I'm a hero, just like you.
Oh, Amanda.
You are gonna pay for the lives you took.
You had the chance to kill me once before, Nikita.
But for some reason, you didn't. That was a mistake.
I guess I have a target on my back now.
Just like Stefan.
Nikita, are you still there?
You leave that boy out of this.
Ari betrayed me.
The boy is fair game.
Something has to be done.
It will.
You're gonna sit down and you're gonna give us
all the details of Amanda's operation--
names, dates, everything.
And if this protector of yours is as good as you say he is,
then Stefan will be fine until the current deposit runs out.
Shortly after Amanda's betrayal,
I found myself alone, riding the subways.
I ran through every possible scenario,
and I realized I was in a place I'd never been.
I was out of moves.
I've been there. Tends to change your priorities.
Yes, well, it suddenly became very clear to me
that the only thing worth fighting for was my son.
Which is why I did what I had to do.
And no...
I don't expect you to understand.
But I do.
I'm here to protect the innocent.
The difference is, I'm not gonna lose myself in the process,
because if I do, Amanda wins.
And I'm not gonna let that happen.
All traces of Division gone?
FBI thinks Saalim was killed by one of his comrades, so...
We're safely back in the shadows.
You all right?
They were together for 20 years.
It was all a charade.
But it was Amanda. How could it not be?
"There's no forever in this business."
That's what he told me.
Oh...Well here's what I have to say to that.
Varca Beach.
- Goa? - South side.
There's a little hut on the water right about here.
A few paces away from that...
Is a perfect place for a ceremony.
Does Birkhoff know you're using
his satellite to plan our wedding?
I'll let him pick the caterer.
Oh, no you won't.
Let's set a date...
and stick to it.
Done and done.
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