- Shawarma, please. - Ok, sir.
Extra tzatziki.
Identification.
Go, go.
Too much tzatziki.
Search continues for Nikita Mears, the assassin the U. S. Says
conspired with Pakistani intelligence.
Officials continue to deny any link,
citing doubt Nikita has ever set foot on Pakistani soil.
Tensions between Pakistan and the United States
have reached a boiling point.
The Shop is trying to start a war
between the U.S. and Pakistan.
The Eisenhower Carrier Group is headed straight towards us.
They're one day out of Karachi,
which means whatever is going down is going down today.
We need to figure out what that is,
or we're looking at World War Ill.
Not armed. Not armed. Not armed.
Easy. Easy.
There are many airfields in Pakistan available to cargo planes.
This is not one of them.
Those really weren't an option for me.
My name is Nikita. You might have heard of me.
I know who you are.
You used to do business with a soldier named Sam Matthews.
He told me about this airstrip.
That name died ten years ago.
Now, you have ten seconds
to give me a reason not to kill you.
We're not here to interrupt your opium smuggling.
We're here to make a deal, but we need to be here temporarily.
- It would be very expensive. - I'm open to expensive.
Ten million. Wow.
Yeah.
Like Sam said, they've got a money guy in Zurich.
Please tell me you have that much.
Yeah, I'm at the bank now.
Have their money man meet us at the Hotel de Crye in one hour.
Okay. Hey, watch your six.
Always.
Team is on the ground in Karachi.
- Good call on the airfield. - Welcome.
So ten million, huh?
What, are we going to wire it, or...
No wires, no transfers.
The last of my assets
that haven't been frozen by the CIA are here...
in an untraceable deposit box.
- Bearer bonds? - Girl's best friend.
Diamonds.
Right. Fancy.
Fancy enough for an opium smuggler?
- It's good money. - It's blood money.
Which is why I had it laundered.
You know what, Sam? I can take it from here.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! You're shooing me away?
- It was just a joke. - I know.
And after everything in Mumbai,
I almost forgot who you are, or who you're not.
- Thanks for reminding me. - Wait.
Wait, wait. Hey, hey, hey.
You could use an extra set of hands here.
- It's a bank. I can handle it. - I know you can.
Look, you need me to say it? Huh?
Say what?
You keep telling me Owen was part of a team, right?
That there was more to Owen than some chump servant.
Now that I actually want to help it's, "thanks, but no thanks"?
I guess I could use an undercover prop.
Great.
You could be my gold-digging boy-toy, or something.
I've got eyes on Alexandra Udinov.
She's in Zurich.
She's heading into the Swinsburg-Graigg Private Bank.
I knew she still had Zetrov money squirreled away somewhere.
Keep on her. Update accordingly.
If she's withdrawing money,
you can assume she's financing an operation for Nikita.
They're too close.
We need to strike now, before it's too late.
You're no longer in a position to make any calls when it comes
to Nikita, remember?
I'm simply advising you.
Are you?
Your bizarre obsession with this woman
has put us in danger of critical exposure.
The success of our group lies in being invisible.
We remain invisible not by winning conflicts,
but by avoiding them.
There is no avoiding Nikita.
And that is why we shall buy her.
Buy her? Well, that's adorable.
We just need to make the right offer.
Nikita cannot be bought.
Everyone has their price.
Uh, guys? I think I got something here.
It's a signal, but I'm not sure where it's coming from.
- You kept his glasses? - Amanda killed my dad, okay?
It's the last souvenir I have left.
It's the Shop calling us.
Do they know we're in Pakistan?
Intercepted and scrambled. They can't track us.
- Hello, Nikita. - Hello.
I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name.
Who I am is not important.
What is important is the offer I'd like to make.
- Are you a salesman? - In a way, yes.
I'm offering you a new life.
All of you.
You can watch the CIA take credit for your deaths
from a villa in the paradise of your choice.
You'll never have to look over your shoulder again.
What about your operation in Pakistan?
You've brought the world to the brink of war.
Unfortunately, I can't offer world peace.
But I can offer you peace, and those closest to you.
- You'd do that for me, huh? - Not for you, Nikita.
It's in my own self-interest.
Trying to kill you was a mistake,
but unlike Percy and Amanda, I learn from my mistakes.
Do I have your answer?
You have a counter-offer,
one I gave Percy a long time ago.
Fold.
Shut down your operation, and turn yourself in.
You and Amanda do that
and you have my word I won't hunt you down.
I told you Nikita would not negotiate.
And I told you, everyone has their price.
Nikita just named hers.
It's a bold counter,
but this deal will be closed before she knows it.
Got something.
Shadownet got a hit on somebody. You're never gonna guess who.
No guesses? Check this out.
Picked up at a military depot in Karachi.
- Ramon? - Ramon Esquivel.
I haven't heard his name
since he assassinated Marcel Squibe in Quebec.
Actually, he didn't. He was out of the game by then.
Division used him as a cover.
Percy bought him out?
Not quite. Percy put a bullet in his spine,
ending Ramon's whole crusade-by-murder thing.
He's paralyzed below the waist.
Nikita and I had a run-in with him in Columbia a while back.
Look, this could be a false lead.
Just because he's in Pakistan,
it doesn't mean he's working with the Shop.
Yeah, until you look at this.
- Somebody got the Shop special. - Yeah, full kosta treatment.
Guy next to him fits the profile
the Shop was looking for in Mumbai.
There's no way this is coincidence.
- Who is this guy? - I'm working on it.
Well, if the Shop wants to start a war, putting a double
inside an army depot is certainly a place to start.
- How far away is that base? - Not far.
We've got to get off this plane.
Uncut, but a spectacular quality.
My friend in Karachi, however, thinks that $10 million
is a little low for such high-profile cargo.
- How much? - Fifteen.
Twelve.
To show my appreciation for your friend's discretion.
Twelve.
And a finder's fee for yourself.
As you wish.
I'll send word to Karachi,
once I'm safely out of here.
This is what I do now. I'm the banker.
You're 1,000 miles away.
That's the problem. I should be there.
Alex got the money.
- We're a go. - That's good.
Yeah.
Something doesn't seem right, though.
- This isn't like Ramon. - He's a mercenary.
No, he's an idealist who lost his way.
But I watched him find it again.
In Columbia, there was no chance
you would've gotten out of there alive.
When I saw that explosion... Michael, I thought I lost you.
Michael.
The only reason you got out
is because Ramon showed you the way.
He knew that I couldn't save you...
but that I would die trying.
Nikita, everybody has their price.
Getting to walk again was probably Ramon's.
I'm just saying that if his deal with the Shop is anything
like Percy's, then he might want to help.
Just identified our Pakistani double.
His name is Asef Hadad.
This is five minutes ago. Hadad is a specialist driver.
- He's on the move? - Yeah.
It turns out that base wasn't just any depot.
It's a staging ground for Pakistan's
mobile ballistic missile program.
The Shop wants to start a war.
So any old missile won't do.
They need one built in
and launched from Pakistan at some U.S. target.
The Carrier Strike Group.
They're gonna fire that missile at the U.S.S. Eisenhower.
Not if we get to it first.
No missile, no war with Pakistan.
Birkhoff tracking that truck?
No.
Did you disable the G.P.S.?
Just before we pulled off the base.
Come on! Come on!
- How long? - Give me an hour.
Clean the mess and catch up.
If Ryan is right, and they're closing in on the Shop,
I'm just sitting here in a damn hotel suite.
You know, it won't work forever.
Being on a mission doesn't make the pain go away.
It just kind of distracts you
from feeling it for a little while.
I know how to live with the pain.
I just haven't figured out what to do with the regret.
Sean died, and all the things that I never said.
All the misunderstandings between us, it's like...
I got this empty space I don't know how to fill.
Thought you had more time.
I tried to tell him.
In the end, I... But it just happened so fast.
I don't think he heard any of it.
Sean died protecting me,
and I don't think he knew what he meant to me.
Emily didn't have a clue.
She died for a war she knew nothing about.
'Cause of a man she knew even less about.
Last thing she said was my name.
"Owen."
And even that was a lie.
That wasn't a lie.
You were Owen.
I think a part of you still is.
I'm sorry. I should go check in on them.
Taxi!
Just give her everything...
Oh, and Sonya, make sure to scrub the cameras...
Yeah, Sam too.
I seen him before.
Maybe he's some sort of thief,
follows rich people back from the bank and robs 'em.
This isn't some petty thief. He works for the Shop.
There's nothing petty about 20 million dollars.
This is the first Shop member we've caught alive.
Well, let's find out what else he knows.
Looks like they turned off here.
Can you tell where these go?
Nowhere. Just a lot of trees.
It's an access road, doesn't go far.
They wouldn't need to go far.
These trees are enough to hide from satellites.
Let's ditch the jeep. They'll hear us coming.
You said an hour.
This is why I don't like committing to a timetable.
Uploading software...
Now.
Finally. Start the truck.
The typist can stay in the back and verify the upload.
Drive, now!
Go! I'll cover you.
Michael, hi. It's nice to finally meet you.
Nikita thinks you may want a way out of your deal with the Shop.
I'm here to offer you that chance.
The Shop?
Is that what you're calling them?
Look, I get it.
Someone offers you the chance to walk again.
Who's gonna say "no" to that?
The cost, the consequences,
it all seems manageable in comparison. I know.
Yes, I heard about your miracle hand.
What were the consequences of that transaction?
Worse than I ever imagined.
Drop the gun!
Whoever you are, you don't need to do this.
I know the Shop made you a slave,
and they turned you into some... no!
You helped me out in Columbia.
I don't want to have to kill you.
Now drop it.
No.
You want to offer me the chance to wreck my deal with the devil.
It was never a fair deal. You don't have to honor it.
You sure as hell don't have to die for it.
You really don't get it, do you?
I don't operate that way, Michael.
The devil's terms may be harsh,
but he is always honest about them.
You knew that hand came with a price.
You just didn't want to pay it.
Fortunately, you didn't have to.
Just tell me what they're planning.
Nikita paid it for you.
Yeah, you still have your hand,
but she is the one being hunted.
Doesn't seem like a fair deal either.
All right, this is your last chance.
I'm curious.
How would you ever repay your debt to Nikita, huh?
What says, "Thank you for becoming the world's"
most notorious assassin in order to save my life"?
Is there a card?
- I never asked her... - No, you wouldn't ask.
You'd let her decide.
Always better at following orders,
rather than giving them.
Shut up, and get in.
You know, they did much more than simply give me back my legs.
They threw in a bit of an upgrade.
Carbon fiber bone.
Yep.
- Michael, are you there? - Yeah, yeah. I'm good.
I don't think Ramon wanted out of his deal.
Are you seeing this? Can you figure out what he did?
He used the on board computer
as an access point to upload a really nasty worm.
It's corrupted the entire missile control system.
So the missile can't be fired.
That doesn't make sense. Who steals a missile to make it useless?
No, they used the on board computer to access.
Pakistan's missile controls, their centralized system.
It's Pakistan's version of N.O.R.A.D.
So the Shop doesn't just control one missile now?
They control all of them.
Hey.
Michael camouflaged the entrance to the access road,
so the truck is secure for now.
Okay, well, the good news is
the Shop no longer controls the missile. I do.
The bad news is that they control everything else?
Yeah, pretty much.
Where are they controlling this from?
We're not sure.
Is there any way that we can get Pakistan
to take their systems offline?
Who could we possibly call that would listen?
I'm ready to hear a better idea.
Alex, hey.
The Shop sent someone to kill you?
Yeah, Owen got him to talk.
He's out making sure he was operating alone.
We found out who he's working for.
It's M.D.K.
M.D.K., the private military company?
Oh. How could I not see this sooner?
Who benefits from starting a war?
The people that manufacture what you need to fight one.
This changes things. I gotta call you back.
Okay.
I'll hang on to our little friend until I hear from you.
I couldn't help but notice there was one question
your friend never asked me.
How did I get so far into the room before he caught me?
Was he sleeping?
Or was he watching TV?
Or was he outside on the street with that case of yours?
I knew you were alone
because I saw him leaving the hotel.
There's that mystery solved.
Sound familiar? M.D.K.'s C.F.O.
The military funding of science has led to breakthroughs
that have touched the lives of everyone on this planet.
We'd like to remove the burden from the government,
and put it to where it belongs, the private sector.
It's him.
Ramon is dead. I honestly didn't see that one coming.
And our man in Zurich hasn't reported in.
We should assume he's also dead.
We waited long enough.
It's time for you to pay Mr. Peller another visit.
Gladly.
I'll provide you with the tools you need,
but you had better deliver.
Give me a day, I'll have it cracked.
Forget about cracking it.
Your boy's done enough damage today.
I want you to destroy Shadownet,
before he uses it to destroy us.
Whoa.
What the hell?
Someone just cracked my system.
- That can happen? - Seven firewalls deep.
All that's left is my master...
password.
Somebody hacked Shadownet. That's not possible.
All right. You're in my system, that means I can get into yours.
Dad.
They didn't kill him. They kept him alive.
- Can you talk to him? - Wait, w-w-wait.
Amanda might be monitoring him.
We shouldn't tip our hand yet.
Wait, he's sending me something.
It's an I.P. address.
Dubai. They're somewhere in Dubai.
M.D.K. has offices in Dubai.
Can you look into their servers
and match the worm's signature?
It's there.
Pakistani missile control is now operating out of M.D.K. Dubai.
That's only three hours away.
We have four, maybe, before the carrier group's in range.
- That's not a lot of time. - But we still have a cruise missile.
We can use that to take out M.D.K.'s servers.
That would transfer control back to Pakistan, right?
Yeah, after it blows up my dad.
We don't need a missile. We have a plane.
We're flying to Dubai. We're gonna end this.
He's tied up in the bathtub. He'll be out cold for a while.
- What are you doing? - I'm becoming a decoy.
He saw us at the bank, right?
Which means they know about the money.
The trick is for them to follow me while you head to Paris.
Paris? You're kidding me.
Sonya is there now, setting up a safe house.
Take the diamonds to France,
and I'll meet up with you when this is all over.
Uh...
I told you, I can take care of myself.
No, it's not that.
Look, just 'cause I have his face doesn't make me Owen.
I know who you are, and I'm trusting you, Sam.
Okay.
- Paris. - Good luck.
Let's see where you're going, you son of a bitch.
You were right about Ramon.
You know, look, Ramon and I had the same deal.
He got his legs, I got my hand, that was my price.
But I had something he didn't.
- What? - You.
If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't even be here.
I never got to thank you for that.
That's the signal. You ready?
Baby, your friend's lying.
- Hey. - Because I wasn't with her.
- Hey, commoner. - Because she is.
Were there other guys there?
I said, "were there other guys..."
- Hey. - What?
- You're trespassing. - Oh, no, no, no.
I'm just a guy with a phone.
Down, down.
All right.
I'm gonna access the mainframe, pull up the floor plan.
Where are you not allowed to go?
Floor five.
Yeah, that works too.
Go, go, go. I'll cover your exit.
Hello, Philip.
Did you have a chance to think about my offer?
- My God. - I told you to fold.
And now you're gonna shut down the missile launch,
'cause we both know that I didn't kill President Spencer.
But tell me...
do you know that I won't kill you?
We've been compromised. Stand down.
What?
I say again, desist from your current course of action.
We've come too far to stop due to a minor complication.
Oh, is that all I am?
Shut it down.
Shutting down.
- I decide when it's over. - No, no!
Where's Amanda?
I got her. Found the holding cells too.
You take Amanda. We'll get the cells.
- She's on 7G. - Got it.
Which cell is it?
Lionel.
Dad.
Huh.
Release everyone else.
Madame President?
Oh, God. Oh, thank you.
CIA?
- Mmm. - Marines?
- Division? - Yeah, it's a long story.
Right now, we need to get you out of here.
- You have no moves left. - Neither do you.
M.D.K.'s exposed. We sent intel packages out
to every intelligence agency in the world, Amanda.
And how long will that take to verify?
I'm guessing longer than it will
for those missiles to take out the carrier group.
It's not a win if you can't get away with it.
Everyone will know the truth.
Did you really think it would end with either of us winning?
Hmm?
Amanda!
Abort the launch! Thousands of people will die.
That's beyond even you.
Helen,
don't let them control you. You have a choice.
You're not locked in their basements. They're not testing on you.
You can do the right thing this time.
It's too late, Nikita.
Helen.
- Birkhoff? - Yeah, Nikki, I'm here.
That truck in Pakistan,
do you still have control of that missile?
Yeah. Wait, why?
I need you to launch it at M.D.K.
- Right where we 're standing. - Say that again?
Amanda started the launch sequence.
If we don't knock out M.D.K.'s systems,
that missile will launch from Pakistan,
and it'll take out the carrier groups.
- So we got to move. - We got to move.
- I'm on it. - This is really every father's dream.
Watching his son launch a ballistic missile on his own position.
Missile's on its way. We got three minutes, tops.
Your missiles will never see the light of day.
In a few minutes, this place will be nothing but a crater.
It does not have to end like this.
Amanda, open the door. Come with me.
And rot in prison for the rest of my life?
Won't that be satisfying for you?
You'll survive. Isn't that what you are? A survivor?
You don't get to save me, Nikita.
But you will kill me.
What are you doing?
Nikita?
Medic!
We've received verified reports
that Kathleen Spencer is alive.
Let me repeat that, because I can't believe it myself.
President Spencer is alive.
Serious constitutional crisis. Two presidents.
One in the Oval Office, another whose death was faked.
Rescued by Nikita Mears,
the very same woman accused of her assassination.
The chief financial officer, Philip Jones,
is presumably held in an undisclosed CIA black site.
Thank you.
You see, this is how we do things.
We're not fighters,
we're negotiators, and we win every time.
Your double was quite good.
Really captured your biting personality.
Nikita thinks I'm dead. She thinks she won.
Cheers.
You're toasting the loss of a $14-billion company?
M.D.K. was but one arm of our organization.
An arm that had become infected,
was in danger of exposing the body, and had to be cut off.
You know a little something about that.
Hey!
Easy.
Easy. Careful.
- Where are we? - We're safe.
A bubble has now been created
for Nikita to believe in.
She will tell her story,
and make the rest of the world believe it as well.
As long as they remain in that bubble,
we'll continue with business as usual.
Nikita's too smart. Your illusion won't hold.
Yes, it will.
Because she so desperately wants it to.
She's longed for the end of this war for years.
Is it over?
Even when the truth stares her in the face,
she'll just close her eyes and will it away.
After all, everyone has a price.