Mr. Walsh, apologies for the delay.
I trust my people have made you feel at home?
They've been great. This is quite a place you've got here.
It's just a rental.
You should see my property in Bora Bora.
Sits right on Matira Beach.
But you didn't travel halfway around the world to talk real estate.
Don't ask me. Ask her.
She's the buyer.
Where's the cash?
I travel light these days. That's why e-banking is a godsend.
Is that gonna be a problem?
Relax, Birkhoff, we got this.
Our friend the ex-general is dying to unload this merchandise.
Koong took off in the middle of the night...
with his own collection of nuclear accessories.
Didn't wanna be around when all the nonproliferation heat...
dawned on North Korea.
The black market's the only revenue stream he has.
Dude, I never knew facts could be a superpower before you.
By the time Koong realizes the funds weren't transferred, we'll be gone.
I've set up the bogus BHO account in the Caymans with...
Three million. For both triggers.
The price is non-negotiable.
Who said anything about negotiating?
The triggers were forged with plutonium...
hence their name, plutonium pits.
Combined with Percy's fissile material, it's a sizable nuclear weapon.
You think Percy's gonna build the bomb?
I think you have a deal.
I'll have my driver bring it here.
Triggers are radioactive and volatile, so they should be housed...
in their own individual lead-lined cases.
- Are you sure you're up for this? - Wouldn't be here if I wasn't.
- After everything you've been through? - You miss your mom.
It's different. One day I'm gonna see her again.
I know. Sitting around grieving's not gonna help, beating Percy's ass will.
- It's what we're here for. - We get these triggers off the market...
Division's gonna have one hell of a time finding more.
Intel on the general's transpo was solid. We've followed the cargo to a drop.
And you may be interested in who's been on the same trail.
Little Alex and the Navy SEAL.
Plutonium pits are the priority.
Team Nikita deaths not far behind.
Copy that.
Can we take a peek? Buyer wants to make sure her order's right.
Let's back up the car.
Isn't it amazing?
Just one tap of the finger and millions of dollars go from one country to another.
I'm just waiting for confirmation.
Nikita, abort. Division's here for the triggers.
I think we can make it to the van.
- Unh. - Sean.
Hey, Michael, you miss Division?
Not that time.
We gotta move.
Bullet's out. Now all he needs to do is recover.
But he's gonna need somebody to watch over him.
Uh, yeah, I'll do it. As long as it takes.
So debrief?
Not much to talk about. We lost, Percy won.
Now he's got a nuclear bomb on his hands.
Not yet. He's got plutonium and the triggers to detonate it.
- But he still needs missile casings. - First place he would look...
is some countries that decommissioned some nukes.
They'd have to have casings lying around.
What are we waiting for? Fletch, pinpoint it, we'll swoop in.
Piecing together the intel on Koong and the triggers took a month.
We are out of time.
If you want me to crack this, I need viable intel, and lots of it.
I need the CIA.
- We can't hack the CIA, Birkhoff tried. - I wasn't talking about hacking.
Okay, the company has an entire wing dedicated to nuclear nonproliferation.
- I am talking hundreds of analysts. - No.
- With a worldwide network... - No.
Last time we approached the CIA, two agents were shot.
I got blamed for it and you ended up in federal prison. Ryan, no.
That was Bill Abbot's tenure.
There's a new person in charge now. Someone I know personally.
Morgan Kendrick.
We can trust him.
- Kendrick. - Director of intelligence.
He took over after Abbot was forced to step down.
What?
- Oh. Bored already. - Mm.
What put you in such a foul mood?
I didn't know having fun was a requirement. I didn't get that memo.
I was under the impression you enjoyed our little nights on the town, no?
What's not to love? Reheated processed food...
every single person in this room looking at me like I'm an escort.
Super fun.
If you can't turn on the charm for me, maybe you can for this guy over here.
But go easy on him. He just got a pacemaker put in.
- Great. - Nice to see you.
Morgan.
What an unexpected treat.
- Where have you been hiding? - Oh. Well, you know how it is, Percy.
Every time you think you've gone through that pile on your desk...
there's a new one waiting.
Morgan's a rising star. Still with the Latin America desk?
I don't think we should be discussing that now.
Oh. Don't worry about me. I don't exist. Heh.
I'm just a mirage in a desert of bureaucracy.
That's Nikita's problem, Morgan, no one ever notices her.
Thank you for allowing me your illusion.
If you'll excuse me.
Oh, not so fast. Come on, there's a single malt over here with your name on it.
The guy just had a pacemaker put in. Of course he looked shaky.
No, he didn't wanna be there. He didn't want to be seen with Percy.
Nikita, I worked with Morgan through two administrations. He is a good man.
He's a patriot. And we need his help.
I still think he's bent.
But did you see anything specific?
Like his secret decoder ring? No.
- Seriously? - I'm being serious.
The guy wanted to get out of there.
And that makes him dirty?
I know what I saw, Michael.
And I know the man. So does Percy.
Which makes sense, they overlapped at the agency.
It doesn't prove anything.
Well, sometimes you don't need proof if you have instinct. Right?
Look, we've never been on a clock like this before.
If we fail to stop Percy, he gets a bomb.
And you think I don't know that? That is why we don't take a risk like this.
If we go to Kendrick, we could land in jail.
We're not doing it. End of discussion.
You've never been good at following my orders.
So don't expect me to follow yours.
We will use caution, but it is our duty to follow through on this.
The difference being, I would never make a mistake this stupid...
and jeopardize everything we've built.
I'm doing whatever it takes to stop Percy.
I'll get the car started.
Are you sure he'll go to the men's room?
Positive. The guy's a founding member of the Clean Hands Club.
Any time we ordered in...
he'd practically check under our nails to make sure we were germ-free.
Hypochondriac?
I think it made him good at his job.
Here we go.
- Ryan Fletcher? - It's okay.
I'm sure you've got a lot of questions.
But unfortunately, I don't have time to answer them.
Well, how about just one?
I did, after all, give a eulogy at your funeral.
Remember that illegal black-ops group I was looking into? Division?
The answer starts there.
Hey, sailor. Buy a girl a drink?
You're the last person I expected to see here.
I know.
And you don't need to explain.
Ryan and I came up in government, but you...
Your first experience with it was waking up in Division.
So I understand your reservations.
But if you can't trust Kendrick yet, then please trust me.
We're doing the right thing here.
That guy over there, 2 o'clock. Oozing bodyguard.
My guess is he's with Kendrick.
I knew Percy was ambitious, but this?
If he has nuclear materials, we need to loop in other agencies.
First we need you to get us some intel.
Us?
I'm working with rogue agents. Former Division.
Nikita. Operation Sparrow.
Look, she saved the life of everyone in that SCIF room.
Yeah, and cost Abbot his job.
They're under the radar, they move fast, they're better than everyone you got.
They want to see Division taken down more than you or me.
Never let it be said that I'm not a team player.
George?
- George Fergetti? - Excuse me?
Kyle, this is the dirtbag I was just telling you about.
Where do you get off?
Were you ever gonna call my sister? That not something you do?
- Uh, ma'am, you have me confused- - Heh. “Ma'am.“ Ma'am, now it's ma'am.
We need to isolate available missile casings on the black market.
Intel from Counter Proliferation is crucial.
That's the highest-level juice we've got.
Numbers already programmed.
You're polite because it's not Saturday night?
She's talking about someone else.
- I promise. - I'm talking about you, Fergetti.
Jerk. Excuse me.
It's all right.
You should call people back, dude.
Sean, what are you doing?
- I need to send an e-mail. - What?
My mom had a friend on the subcommittee for nuclear safety.
I'm gonna tell him to put his ear to the ground.
You need to get your ass back in that bed.
- I'm fine, really. - No, you're not fine.
Come on, listen to the lady, buddy. You need your rest. Let's go.
- Come on. Unh. - Jeez.
All right, big guy. Magic-carpet ride.
Easy.
- Guys, just let me help get Percy. - No.
- Ow. - Sorry.
It's gonna help with the pain. It'll also help you relax, okay?
- Everyone can see it, you know. - See what?
Everybody but you, apparently.
- I'm just helping him out, Birkhoff. - Mm-hm.
You know, maybe you should cut down on those energy drinks. I'm just saying.
Hey, how was lunch with Mr. CIA?
- I think I got through to him. - I know I did.
You too.
Let's keep talking about this in a couple days.
You bugged Kendrick?
I never said I changed my mind.
Sounds good. Okay, goodbye.
Ugh, sounds terrible. Where'd you put the receiver, in his shoe or something?
An old friend reached out to me today.
I'm guessing someone of mutual interest.
Ryan Fletcher.
He wants help thwarting Division.
Was he alone?
He wanted me to think so.
But Michael and Nikita were with him.
That's extremely valuable information, Morgan. Thank you very much.
Son of a bitch.
Don't think of it as losing an ally.
Think of it as gaining a new target.
It doesn't make sense. When I got busted to the basement...
Kendrick was the only one trying to help me get back upstairs.
Maybe he kept you close to monitor your investigation.
Speak of the devil. Look who's calling.
Act normal. See what he says.
Hello?
It's Kendrick.
I've been thinking about your proposition.
I want to help.
Sir, you're doing the right thing.
I've put the access codes for WIN PAC onto a flash drive.
You'll be able to patch in from anywhere.
So do we have a lock on Fletcher's location?
Still trying. The outgoing number has a 212 area code.
But I'm getting bounced to cell sites all over the world.
Meet me at Royce Square Park, 1600 hours.
Bring your partner with you.
I'd like to finally meet this Nikita face-to-face.
She's eager to meet you too, sir.
Thank you for making this all happen.
You're making it happen, Fletcher.
You know, I still think about Black Sands.
If it wasn't for your instincts on that op...
things really would've gone sideways.
- It's an ambush. - Not if we take him down first.
Take him down? We're talking about the director of the CIA.
Who, in Percy's hands, is more dangerous than a single suitcase nuke.
For all we know, Kendrick's part of Percy's bigger plan.
It also means he's too hot to grab.
We wouldn't get half a mile before there's agents on our tail.
Grabbing him's not the plan.
Kendrick won't bring the CIA to the park. Division will be there.
If Kendrick goes down and there are armed men at the scene...
Who's to say they weren't responsible for the hit?
Wait.
- Wait, you're not gonna... - Ryan, this is war.
And Kendrick's picked his side.
Very good job in Berlin, Stephen.
- Back to form. - Thank you, sir.
My only regret is not getting the chance to put Nikita down.
Well, you may get your wish.
I want you to head the team.
I was hoping you'd say that, sir.
You know Michael is going to be there. And since he trained you as a recruit...
I wanted to be sure there wasn't a conflict for you.
Michael always used to say there's nothing worse than a traitor.
I can't wait to remind him of that.
Where's people?
Um...
Looks like Kendrick's in with Percy.
They went to go deal with him.
That's very bad.
That's very serious.
Very serious.
Y'all are very serious around these parts.
It's possible I went a bit overboard on the pain meds.
Just learn to lighten up some, son.
- Heh. - Learn to lighten up.
Learn to like the little things in life.
Like this cot. Hmm?
- This cot is awesome. - I'm sure it is.
- You're awesome. - Thank you.
I'm cereal.
You're amazing. What you've been through in life.
To come through that, to stay strong, keep your heart?
That's incredible.
There's no one else like you, Alex.
Alexandra Udinov.
Is it Alexandra Udinov or is it Alexandra "Udinov?"
- I think... - I don't know if it is.
L... You know, I think you should get some rest.
Not with you around.
Sounds like you guys could use some privacy...
Yeah, well, he's pretty drugged up, so...
Okay.
I should've listened to you.
About Kendrick.
But it doesn't change the fact that we still need to find...
someone in the government we can trust.
- There is no one to trust. - What about Senator Pierce?
With all due respect, Michael, she was corrupt as hell.
The only reason she helped us is because Division turned on her.
We were the enemy of her enemy.
Doesn't mean everyone in the government is our enemy.
If you don't count Madeline, what about Ryan?
Ryan got screwed over by the system almost as badly as I did.
Michael, Social Services dumped me with Gary.
Corrupt cops shook down Carla to steal her money...
and they killed my friend.
Bureau of Prisons helped fake my death.
This government has always treated me like I was expendable.
And I'm gonna save it anyway.
What is this, dueling keyboards?
Actually, I could use your help.
You mind playing back the tail end of that phone call with Kendrick?
You know, I still think about Black Sands.
If it wasn't for your instincts on that op, things would've gone sideways.
- Black Sands. November '04. - What went down?
We had an asset deep under cover in Colombia...
“who was feeding us intel rebels.
They took his wife hostage, forcing him to become a double agent.
I was the one who figured out that he was...
under duress.
Target is Sector B.
Range, 310 meters.
Confirm, 310.
You don't think it's like Percy to put a gun to somebody's head?
Does Kendrick have family?
Widower, no kids.
Maybe Percy's got a photo of him at a furries party.
The guy's a hypochondriac, remember?
So was Howard Hughes and that dude was a freak.
All right, he's gotta some kind of vice.
You telling me this guy is completely without addiction?
He said he was addicted to exercise.
Took morning runs around Langley.
Marathon man.
Okay, here's something.
Kendrick came in third in his age group...
only months after getting a pacemaker.
Heart surgery.
All right, hang on.
There was, uh, some distortion on the phone call.
I thought it was just a compression artifact but...
You know, I still think about Black Sands.
If it wasn't for your instincts...
That is the mating call of a Division kill chip.
Normally implanted in the brain stem.
They couldn't get to his brain, so they got to his heart.
Let's just hope Nikita hasn't put a bullet in either one.
Wind is now 2 mils left.
Copy that, 2 mils left.
- I'd get that- - I got it.
Hello?
Yeah, I'm looking right at him.
- Hold your fire. - What's going on?
Kendrick has a kill chip near his heart.
Guess who put it there.
This just became a rescue mission.
Are you sure it's a kill chip and not a tracker?
Signature's hard to miss. I've had to calibrate a lot of those.
Can't you hack it?
Not from here.
We have a netbook. Can we loop you in that way?
- The netbook's not encrypted. - Birkhoff.
How you gonna hook it up to the guy? People don't have USB ports.
We have a medical kit.
Portable EKG and defib they are both USB.
Could work. Huge risk.
Division finds out you're helping this guy, Percy pushes the button, die time.
- Can't block the signal? - Not unless he's underground.
Mr. Kendrick. This is Michael.
I'm friends with Ryan. We know about the kill chip.
- Hope you have a plan, son. - I have a possible tango.
Is it Fletcher? Cannot confirm. Standby.
I'm gonna move to the west exit of the park.
I want you to wait 10 seconds and then follow.
It's Michael. Let's go.
Move, now.
Michael has Kendrick, we're in pursuit.
- So he got through. Trigger the chip. - Isolating frequency.
- What happened? - They must have gone underground.
Stephen, flush them to the surface.
The chip can't be triggered down here.
So Ryan told you everything. I figured my message was a long shot.
It got heard.
All right, this looks clear.
Why don't you set up shop here?
I'll go cover us.
Birkhoff, I'm up. Can you find me on the local wireless?
- I'm on the city metro network. - Gotcha.
Let's build a bridge.
- I'm gonna need you to open your shirt. - What is all this?
We have to hack your heart.
Unbelievable.
Shouldn't be long now.
Birkhoff's just gotta lock on to your pacemaker, okay?
I remember you, you know From that party.
You came in on Percy's arm.
Hey, you're hard to forget.
But I could sense something else going on that night.
Yeah, I was his prisoner.
You and me both.
It's hard to believe, you know? You're part of a powerful institution...
you figure somehow, it makes you safe.
But it doesn't.
- So you don't trust government either? - Oh, I trust in it.
I just recognize its limitations.
Hey.
If I don't make it, do me a favor.
Shoot that son of a bitch Percy for the two of us, will you?
Copy that, sir.
- Okay, I got a pulse. - So, what now?
Need to figure out how to short out the kill chip...
without shorting out the pacemaker.
Nikki. I'm gonna have to try something pretty crazy.
Don't, uh...
get interrupted.
Nikita. They're coming.
- Nerd? What's going on? - Bad times.
Chip's wired into the pacemaker. They're running off the same battery.
So you can't short one without affecting the other.
The only way to break the link is to reboot the system.
Kendrick's heart's gonna have to beat for 60 seconds.
You have to take my pacemaker off-line, don't you?
Do it.
Looks like it's you and me now, teach.
Come on.
You were using that combo when I was in recruit sweats.
- We don't have to do this. - Then don't. Just die.
You always used to say we were doing good at Division.
Protecting our country.
They lied to me. And to you.
No, you just got whipped.
I hope that ass was worth it.
I also taught you manners.
- Scan again, we gotta pick up some trace. - The satellite can't link up.
There is something down there. A wideband VPN bridge is open.
- Private-network encrypted? - Not encrypted and newly generated.
I'm tracing it now.
Source network?
Nikita's safe house.
Nice work, Sonya.
Okay. Pacemaker's out. But it looks like his heart rate's dropping.
- How you feeling? - Just trying to keep my mind off it.
Percy was so proud of himself that night.
You on his arm. Showing off how he'd scored.
Trust me. He did not score.
Yeah, but that's how it looked.
All he cared about.
We used to say, "With Percy, it's all about perception."
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stay with me. Who's we?
- Who's we? - A few of us...
from the old boarding school. Came up together.
Percy was a genius from the sticks.
It got him into the right school, but it didn't make him one of us.
This guy's pulse is plummeting.
Yeah, I know. I'm on it.
If you wanna understand Percy...
you only need to know one thing.
All he ever wanted to be is a member of the club.
Hey. I'm gonna give you a little jolt, okay? Just enough to keep it going.
Pacemaker's back online. Kill chip de-killified.
You made it.
Assuming "de-killified" means what I think it means.
Hey.
- Why are you being all weird? - I'm not being weird.
What, you think I don't remember?
Would you look at me for a second?
I didn't say those things...
because I was stoned.
I know.
You had a brush with death. It's normal to get emotional afterwards.
Man, those walls you have there, they're tough.
What do you Russians build with anyway? Fieldstone?
- Petrified potatoes? - Want me to stick you with this again?
I didn't say those things because I got shot...
or because I lost my mom.
Even though losing her made me realize how fast life can go.
I said those things because I wanted you to hear them.
Because every once in a while, there's a crack in that wall.
And you give me this look.
Yeah, that's the one.
No frigging waif.
- This can't be happening. - What's wrong?
Someone breached the security perimeter I set up.
What do you mean, "someone"?
Multiple someones, actually.
Li's Division.
Okay. Cowboy up, people, we gotta be ready for these mothers.
This place is a shooting gallery.
What are we to do, take our chances and run?
No, we're not running anywhere. Not with him.
- Gotta stash you somewhere. - I'm with Birkhoff, we stay.
Toss me something, will you?
See? SEAL Team Six knows what's up.
We gotta hit these mothers with all the firepower we got.
You're right.
You're buying the next house.
Deal.
We can lay low at my safe house until then.
- Good thinking, Alex. - Thanks.
Alex, can I talk to you for a second?
- Yeah, are you okay? - Maybe it's time for another shot.
I didn't bring any...
We should call up Nikita...
Shh, shh. Dude.
Don't spoil the moment.
Every weapon, every piece of tech.
- Everything we had was in that house. - Well, not everything.
I know. I just feel like every time we get a win on Percy...
he gets two on us.
That's gonna change.
Turns out I have quite the to-do list now that Percy's off my back.
Priority one is gonna be ferreting out...
any more moles he may have in the agency.
And I'm assuming you still need access to our intelligence networks.
Yes, sir.
As promised.
You brought this with you to the meet?
That's pretty risky.
I always wanted to help.
I just needed someone to help me first.
Ah. Nice to have you back.
- Status? - Triggers have been incorporated...
with the plutonium. The devices are nearly ready.
We're over the hump. Now it's just a matter of timing.
- And Nikita? - What about her?
She's still out there. Not concerned she'll be a liability?
Maybe if she had the slightest idea what the hell was going on.
But she just thinks I'm building a bomb.
Go ahead. Say it.
Not my style.
All right, then, I'll say it.
You told me so.
My instinct was to take Kendrick out.
It appears that, uh, my default setting is attack.
That is the correct setting for a kick-ass warrior.
Ryan. I'm serious.
You were smart.
- You used your head. I was- - Using your heart.
Which got you further than anyone else in this fight.
Is it cool? All of us staying here? For now.
Hey, you're the one who set me up here.
- Your house, your rules. - No.
Our house, our rules.
He? He?'
Do you remember when it was just you and me...
working out of a motel room?
- Yes. - Hey. Really healthy, just so you know.
And before that, it was just me.
Working out of a fabulous loft.
We'll probably need our own operations soon.
- We can put up big monitors. We can... - Oh.
Whatever you do...
please don't call it "operations."
Logistics?
Something homier.
Homequarters?
Okay.