Are you in Uzbekistan for business or pleasure?
Pleasure.
Hello, Michael.
What the hell are you doing here?
Thanks, my flight was lovely. How about yours?
If you think you can stop me...
I'm pretty sure that taxi driver ripped me off.
You picked the wrong mission to mess with.
Relax.
I'm not here to stop you.
Ah.
Right on time. Hello, Henry.
What did you do, rewire the navigation system
so it can accept a closed-circuit feed?
Satellite. Harder to track.
You said you had something for me.
Yeah. A key-word flag you had me set was tripped.
Where's the report?
Look under the seat.
The person you're interested in
is coming out of hiding for a meeting.
Kasim Tariq.
Mean something to you?
You could say that.
Though it's going to mean more to a...
to a friend.
Intel came via the CIA,
who's been keeping tabs on an Uzbek money-launderer
named Timur Ahmedov.
He has a meeting next week with Al Qaeda's main bagman,
Kasim Tariq.
Kasim.
Yes.
Kasim.
Where's the meet?
Ahmedov arrives in Tashkent on Tuesday.
He's booked an outbound flight 48 hours later.
I think we can assume Kasim has the same window.
What's the security detail...
Uzbekistan's a touchy subject for the state department.
I would have to go to oversight to get signoff on an op.
That takes time.
We don't have any time. In 48 hours, he's...
I cannot assign any mission into Uzbekistan.
Percy, you know what this means.
Moreover, given your personal interest in Kasim,
I recommend an administrative leave.
48 hours ought to cover it,
don't you think?
Thank you.
I know you're uncomfortable sometimes when I conduct business outside the lines,
but there's a reason for it.
You understand that now, don't you?
Michael's on the move.
I know roughly where Michael's going,
but I don't know the exact destination,
so I need you to find the frequency of his tracker.
Yes. The one in his body?
How am I supposed to get that?
All trackers are implanted by the doctors in medical.
The computers have a database of everyone's individual frequency and I.D. code,
which changes every week.
Normally, medical is a fortress.
You still have yourself a free pass.
Are these the receipts?
Yes. The small craft used in the USS Cole bombing
could only have been purchased from a few vendors.
These are their ledgers.
Somewhere in those numbers are the people who killed your soldiers.
Look, how did you talk them into giving you these?
Oh, a few bribes, some connections.
They trust me.
Yeah, but what are they gonna say when they find out
you handed them to a U.S. naval intelligence officer?
I will be fine.
No. When word gets out, your life's not gonna be worth squat.
That's why I'm arranging protection for you
back at the base.
So, please, go there.
Ok. As long as you don't make me eat that...
What was it called again, meat loaf?
Oh, please. I can still taste that goat stew
from the other night.
Get out of here.
Straight to the base. Good-bye, Michael.
Daddy!
Hey...
Did I get in the wrong car?
Who is this huggy monster and what did you do to my daughter Hayley?
Hey. Hey, you.
Why are you not in your car seat?
I tried, but she screamed bloody murder.
You know her.
Yeah, I know.
Strong-willed, like her dad.
The pain is keeping me up.
There may be some inflammation.
Some discomfort is to be expected.
I'll give you some codeine for the pain.
No, I can't have narcotics.
I'm staying clean, you know?
As long as you're not taking them recreationally,
it should be fine.
Amanda says even the slightest taste
and it'll bring me back to junkie town.
Look, I could give you non-narcotic painkillers,
but I'd have to dig them up.
Wait here.
All right.
Take 2 of these when you feel you need them.
Thanks. You're a lifesaver.
Michael's digits:
Frequency 134 kHz,
I.D. code 3835.
Welcome home.
You picked the wrong mission to mess with.
Relax.
I'm not here to stop you.
I'm here to help you kill Kasim.
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Gun on the ground.
And the baby.
The knife in your boot.
The knife. Michael.
Michael...
I'm not going to hurt you.
Really?
You know, my shoulder's still sore
from when you shot me.
Then I saved your life.
Then I saved yours.
Great.
Codependent relationship.
I'm gonna ask you again,
what are you doing here?
I told you.
I'm here to help.
I know what Kasim took from you.
And what makes you think I need help?
What ma...
Well, let's see, uh...
You're flying solo in a hostile environment,
trying to take out one of the world's most elusive terrorists
with nothing to go on but the name of a shady Uzbek money-launderer.
At the very least, I think that might be a two-man op.
Am I at least one of the men?
Still doesn't mean I can work with you.
Why not?
Because I am still Division and you're still...
Nikita.
Right.
Look around, Michael.
We're in Uzbekistan.
No Percy, no Division, no rules.
It's not that simple.
Because you make it complicated.
That's not it.
Then why don't you believe that I would...
Because I don't trust you.
Fine.
You want to know what I want?
After we kill Kasim, I want you
to take a look at your loyalties.
I mean a good look.
You're not blind to what Division's become.
Hits for hire, mop-up duty for thugs.
Is that what you signed up for?
Percy has his reasons.
Percy's out of control. And you've ignored that
in hopes that through Division
they'll be able to help you find Kasim.
If we do this,
you're free and clear.
To do what?
Leave Division and join you?
Baby steps.
You wanted to see me?
You thought you closed it,
but you pressed minimize by mistake.
I did what? What is that?
Now I should probably tell Percy.
Relax, Alex, I'm not gonna turn you in.
A lot of things go on here that are under the radar.
I'm late for class.
Get me security.
This is Hanson in Medical...
Ah...
If we do this,
we do this on my terms and I call the shots.
That's fine. What kind of intel do you have?
Not much.
I have no read on Kasim's location,
but he has a meeting with Timur Ahmedov.
The money-launderer.
That's right. So I figured...
We follow Ahmedov, he leads us to Kasim.
Where's Ahmedov staying?
About 5 floors above us.
Ahmedov travels light.
He only has one guard.
What were you thinking?
Shoot and scoop.
Take out the guard, grab Ahmedov
and pump him for info.
We could do that.
Or we could get what we need
without him even knowing we took it.
Ok.
So what weapons were you thinking of?
I have the perfect ones in mind.
American.
Your Russian is excellent.
As is your English.
And you are?
Also a fan.
Of soccer...
And beautiful women.
Oh!
Oh! I'm sorry.
So sorry.
I'm just going to go freshen up.
Do you mind watching my drink?
Of course.
Package incoming.
Starting my sweep of the room.
Cloning the SIM card from Ahmedov's phone.
SIM card is cloned.
Heading back to the bar.
Na zadrovya!
Whew.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
I'm done. I'm done.
Oh, no, nonsense. Nonsense.
Where I come from, this is like mother's milk.
I'd hate to meet your mother.
She was an icy bitch.
Oh. Ah.
Oh, jeez. Is that your phone?
Oh, yes. Thank you.
Ah...
One more.
Oh, really, I...
Where'd your friend go?
Oh, he went up to the room.
Oh. Up to the room.
Yes, the room.
Perhaps you'd like to finish this party up there.
You mean it's time to leave?
All clear.
I know something that would make this party complete.
Uh-huh.
She can meet us upstairs.
Your partner. Is she pretty like you?
Tall. Smoky voice.
Very sexy.
You won't be disappointed.
I'll go find her.
Frame grabs from Michael's hotel in Tashkent.
Is that...
Nikita.
What is he thinking?
Does he realize the world of pain
he's about to bring down on himself?
He's cut off, alone. He's being resourceful.
Nikita's not a resource.
She's a target.
One he's been able to draw out.
You realize any action you take will likely compromise Michael's op.
Yeah, well, he's already done that.
This is Percy.
I want to task a strike team to Uzbekistan,
early as possible deployment.
The target is Nikita.
*** people.
Surveillance also works better with a partner.
You arouse less suspicion if you're not alone.
Looks like it's just me and you, Stumpy.
What?
We knock this assignment out together,
the instructor's gotta cut us a little slack.
Uhh! I can't do this.
Ok. Decaf red bull today?
Shut up, Jaden.
You're gonna get your bitch on no matter what, huh?
For you, anytime.
Alex.
Conflicts with Jaden again?
That's not why I'm here.
We found Dr. Hanson unconscious in medical.
What? When?
This morning.
The logs have you as the last to visit.
Did you see anything?
No. He... he gave me something for my wrist,
and then I left. He seemed fine.
He'll be awake in a few hours.
We'll know everything then.
Now, according to Ahmedov's itinerary,
the meet's going to take place in this abandoned farmhouse
just outside of town.
Isolated. Single-access road.
Smart.
Mm. Now, we know Ahmedov's security situation,
but Kasim's a different story.
He's always heavily protected,
minimum of 4 guards.
So a close-quarters kill would be...
Suicide.
That's why we go long.
Do you have the hardware?
H&S precision with a match grade 7.62 barrel.
Gemtech suppressor?
No. I didn't want to sacrifice the range.
We still have to be within 600 meters.
You? And what makes you think you're getting this bad boy?
I'm a better shot.
Ah. Oh.
I knew you'd gone rogue,
I didn't know you'd gone delusional.
I'm sorry, I remember somebody
who set the distance shoot record of Division
in her first year of eligibility.
Who was that?
No respect for the man whose mark you broke, huh?
It sucks to be you.
Yeah.
Nikita, you know I need to take this shot.
I know.
Ahmedov's here.
Yeah, I got him.
It's Kasim.
Target acquired?
No shot.
There's a propane tank out back.
It goes boom, they run out, you tag Kasim.
No, it's too dangerous. I can't let you go down there alone.
We can't wait it out. We have to control the plan, Michael.
You have to take out his car.
I know.
All right, take this.
I have.
Mine is better.
And I don't need it up here.
As long as you bring it back.
When the mission's over.
I know, Michael. I'm a big girl now.
I don't need a good-luck charm.
Take it, anyway.
Big girl.
Attagirl.
Car's down.
He's not going anywhere.
Going for the tank.
Copy that.
Lost your earpiece. Damn.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
Nikita. Nikita,
Division agents are approaching.
I repeat, Division agents...
Son of a...
I'm Division!
Kasim, wait!
No! You set this up?
This heat.
I know. It's just...
Yemen.
It's just for a few more months,
a year at the most.
Michael, I'm fine, really.
Look, this is important.
An investigation of this scope,
if I do well at this, you and I
can have our pick of assignments.
How do you feel about being stationed in,
oh, I don't know, Hawaii?
You remember that honeymoon we didn't get to have?
Well, Hawaii would make up for that, right?
Sun, surf...
Tanned women in bikinis running around,
grass skirts, hula dancing.
Listen to me.
There'll never be another woman for me.
You know that, right?
Unless, of course, she's really hot.
I didn't mean to wake you. Sorry.
I'll be right back. Ok?
Ok.
Yeah.
All right.
Hello.
Are you at the base?
Kasim?
Are you at the base?
I'm almost at the...
Good-bye, Michael.
Kasim, what are you...
The briefcase.
Hello, Michael.
What a surprise.
Are you on assignment in Uzbekistan?
No, of course not.
You were looking for me.
You may not believe this, but I'm glad you found me.
I've often wondered how you fared.
You probably don't realize, but you changed my life
as much as I changed yours.
What happened in Yemen convinced my brothers that I was worthy,
I was true Jihadi.
All the while you thought you were using me,
and in reality I ended up using you.
But what I did, I did for my faith.
What is it that drives you, Michael?
The thought that one day...
I'd finally be able to kill you.
That is why you're destined to fail.
I fight in God's cause, you do not.
"But do not commit aggression."
You forget that part of the Quran.
If you're gonna twist its meaning,
at least quote the whole passage.
Your family was never the target...
Do not talk about my family.
You were supposed to take the briefcase to the base.
I trusted you, and you betrayed me.
That's where the bomb should have detonated. Elizabeth and your daughter...
Do not say her name!
Collateral damage. That's all they were.
You son of a...
We are warriors, Michael, and this is war.
Now tell me, how did you find me?
Who are your sources?
I swear...
On the soul of my family...
You will die today.
Vehicle recovery.
Someone's up past her bedtime.
So, what kind of goodies you got stashed up in here?
Holy crap.
Homegirl made a break for it.
Smile.
Shoot. You're blinking in that one.
Oh, don't worry. What the hell are you...
I'm sure Percy won't notice.
He'll be much more interested in why you're trying to escape Division
through your secret little passageway.
My secret pass...
I was following you.
Except you don't have one of these.
Stop. I'm not going to turn you in.
If I did, it would probably mean instant cancellation, and I don't want that.
You set me up.
Because I need your help.
Talk?
Fine. Water finish, now fire.
Uhh!
We need to hurry. I don't know where Kasim's other men are.
Gun.
Where's Kasim?
Where did Kasim go?! Aah!
Michael, don't.
Answer him.
Where did he go?
Airport.
We need comms. Give me the earbud.
Michael... If we're lucky,
we might be able to intercept him before he clears security.
Listen to me. How many rounds do you have left?
Michael, you've seen the airport.
There is no cover.
It's crawling with armed soldiers, and there are civilians everywhere.
If we go in hot, we'll be dead before you know it.
We've handled worse.
Not without support. And you're injured.
I'm not letting him go...
Not when he's this close.
He's gone.
For now.
I swear I will help you find him again.
We will get him.
I think I should drive.
Fine.
Michael!
Michael, don't do this.
It's suicide.
That's why I have to do it alone.
Michael. Michael!
What's the last thing you remember?
I told you.
I came in. Alex was snooping around on my computer.
I called security. That's when she stuck me.
Nothing else?
No. It's just that we've heard
a different version of events.
Alex...
Tell us again.
I came in to get my wrist checked, and he...
He grabbed me.
And he said that no one had to know.
And I couldn't do anything because of my wrist.
You can't possibly believe her.
She has a witness. Who?
I... I heard noises.
When I came in, he was on top of her.
So, I hit him with the tranq.
He said if I said anything, I'd get in trouble.
Jaden finally convinced me to speak up.
If these two are on the same page,
it has to be true.
Th-this is absurd. She's lying.
I didn't do anything. Percy... Percy, I swear,
I'm telling the truth. Percy!
Sorry.
Destination?
Yemen.
The next flight departs in a half-hour.
Ok. I'll take that.
Round trip or one way?
Sir, round trip or one way?
One way.
Michael, don't do this.
The way those soldiers are stacked at the gate,
you will not get within 10 yards of Kasim before they cut you down.
Who would have thought you would have been the voice of reason?
Revenge is not the answer.
Excuse me. Is this Nikita talking?
That's different. I'm not throwing my life away.
That's your choice. This is mine.
I hope you find what you're looking for.
Shut up. You don't get to say your good-byes.
Good-bye, Nikita.
Michael, Michael. Listen. Listen to me, Michael.
You think you don't have anything to live for?
You do.
You have me.
Michael...
No! No!
Every man has a choice.
His life and his character are determined
by the choices he makes.
You have options.
Do I know you?
No, but I know you...
Young, smart, ambitious.
Which is why I'd like you to come work for me.
No, thanks.
Really?
You don't want to get Kasim?
Do you know where he is?
We can find him.
What are you? The CIA?
Nothing that obvious.
We don't have to deal with the red tape
the other agencies are burdened with,
nor do we have their restrictions.
Get even. Get justice...
For yourself and your country.
Come work for me at Division.
Thank you for the extraction.
It wasn't easy.
You did make a bit of a mess of things.
I know you sent in the strike team,
and I know you couldn't tell me about it. I don't blame you.
Because you were right about Nikita.
I never should have trusted her.
She probably said she was doing it for your own good.
I bet she even believes that.
I almost had him.
You'll get him. And when you do,
I will be the one who helps you.
At least one good thing came out of all this.
Now you know who your real friends are.
Yes, sir.
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