Plenty of sunshine through today with seasonal temperatures.
We should reach our normal high of about 82 degrees
by this afternoon.
Clear skies tonight with a low near 70.
Increasing cloudiness tomorrow, sticky and humid,
with a high of 96.
With the winds out of the east at 14 miles per hour,
it's currently 75 degrees.
Feels like a dream, right?
Yeah. What kind of dream?
The good kind. You'll see.
Move it out!
No matter how this ends, no matter what happens,
Amanda's dead, and we won.
Wait here for Mr. Avery.
Hey. It's Amanda, right?
Why are you still alive, again?
Apparently, you wanted to see me.
Oh, right.
Just wanted to meet the lady who lost us $14 billion.
The plan to sacrifice MDK was Jones' idea, nof mine.
I know. I'm just messing with you.
Jones, he cleared his play with the rest of the group.
He's taking the hit now.
But, looks like it worked.
President Spencer is alive and was, in fact,
rescued from MDK headquarters by Miss Nikita Mears.
That's all I know at this time.
I know the nation has a lot of questions; So do I.
I am going to speak with those involved,
and I will return with answers. Thank you.
Senator Chappell!
One of your doubles, I presume?
What, the senator? No. No, he's a real genuine blowhard.
Old man actually believes what he's saying.
Nikita, the hero.
See, that's...
That's what I wanted to talk to you about.
That little girl has got to stay a hero,
so that people believe she foiled a conspiracy.
It's the only way our group stays secret.
We don't need any grudge matches from the past
disturbing a very... expensive illusion.
Alright, Sam. Where the hell did you go?
Paris? If you're stealing my diamonds,
Why'd you go where I asked you to?
- Where are you? - Nikita, where are you?
They're holding us at a military base in Virginia.
- Holding? - They're being polite about it.
I have a house and a yard.
- Well, what do they want? - [don't know.
I don't even think they know yet.
Listen, until we know how this plays out,
you and Sam lay low, alright?
- That might not be an option. - Why not?
Sam tried to steal my diamonds, so I sent him to Paris
with a bag of fakes, thinking he'd skip town, only...
he actually did go to Paris.
- I'm not sure what to do. - Try the truth.
Go find him because I may need you guys to come back here.
I'll call you when it's safe.
Hey. Where are you?
I went to the safe house. Sonya never showed.
- I know. - You know?
I waited for hours. I gave up, I was gonna leave.
Sam, the diamonds aren't real.
Then what the hell am I holding?
Nothing. I know you tried to steal them back in Zurich.
I couldn't trust you with them.
Sam? Sam!
- Hey. Is the transport here yet? - Not yet.
What's going on? I thought we had to go give our statements.
Well, that's why I'm here. Birkhoff said he got you online.
- Where's your computer? - Be my guest.
I have to find out what's been reported
before I can figure out our cover story.
- Isn't it a little late for that? - If you got a better idea, then...
MDK?
We took them down. Why are you...
The way we found them, catching Ramon on Shadownet.
If they used a different operative, any other operative,
we never would've found them, much less stopped them.
- You think we got lucky. - I think Jones got sloppy.
And if there's one thing he isn't... I hate to say it,
but it's almost as if he wanted to be found.
That's us.
So what are we gonna tell these yahoos?
The truth. All of it.
It's the only chance we got.
Why should I be concerned about our doubles?
They are human weapons.
Tools, essentially, that you've created.
And what if one of them rebels? Rebels how, hmm?
Quits their cover and pretends to be the CEO of some other company?
How about... have their corporate security force
take you and the rest of the group members out?
That is why you have to act now.
The loss of MDK could be misinterpreted as a weakness
by those who serve you.
They could use this as their moment to strike.
I don't hear a solution.
It's the same one I tried to pitch Percy.
Program the loyalty of every double you have.
If you'd listened to me,
Division would still be standing today.
I don't hear a guarantee.
Two of the doubles I programmed shot themselves
because I told them to.
If that's not results, I don't know what is.
This is U.S. Marine Colonel Peter Slocum,
conducting a debrief of Nikita Mears.
This interview will be recorded. Clearance level, SCI.
Miss Mears, if you wouldn't mind, uh,
let's start from the beginning.
I killed a cop.
I was tried, convicted, executed.
After my death, I woke up in a white room.
There was a bright light.
That was Division.
We call them recruits.
I welcome them to their new lives,
tell them about the second chance they've been given.
Division was a load of crap.
They subverted the entire justice system.
Grab a convicted felon, fake his death,
join, or die.
They would erase your old life,
everything you'd ever been, everyone you'd ever known.
Off limits, no friendships, no close relationships.
And we were very good at what we did.
You played ball or you got cancelled,
and those were the rules set forth by Amanda and Percy.
My colleagues in the CIA called it my ghost unit.
Sanctions, the polite word for assassinations.
Heads of state. Political dissidents.
Turns out they were right. Everyone at Division was a ghost.
When they sent me to kill Alexandra Udinov,
that's when everything changed.
I knew something was going on with her from moment one.
I totally called it, but I'm, like, the nerd.
- Nobody wants to take me seriously. - A 13 year-old girl was too far.
I know Percy didn't see it coming. I know that for a fact.
Revenge. They had taken everything from me,
and I was gonna burn their house down and everything in it.
- So Percy... - And then Oversight...
- Gogol. - And the Shop.
Kill chips, polymer masks, crazy poisons...
- all of it supplied by MDK. - You're investigating Philip Jones.
Any sign that he wasn't working alone?
Amanda... killed herself.
She'd rather die than let me win.
Thank you for your, uh... candor.
- Sam, are you okay? - Same old.
I owe some guys some money, so they're punching me. Oh!
Now they've got it in their heads that me calling you
- is somehow gonna get 'em paid. - Well, why haven't you paid them?
Because he gambled away all his money,
- and some of mine. - Who is this?
You were right not to trust him with your diamonds.
However, if you wish to see him alive again,
you will bring the real stones to me in Paris,
- at a place called... - Oh, Club Besson?
- Yeah, I'm already there. - She's here.
You see, I've got this little app on my phone called.
"Find My Deadbeat Boyfriend."
Let him go, or I'll call the police.
The police will not be necessary.
Ms. Mears, Ed Chappell.
Pleased to meet you.
Just Nikita.
Well, let me be the first to thank you for the...
giant pile of crap you've left us to deal with.
- I understand. - No, I was...
I was eager to hear the truth, but...
some of the things you've said in this room...
Must never be repeated.
I agree.
You agree.
Why do you think I never went to the New York Times
after I left Division?
I knew that Percy would erase the agents
still trapped there in order to mitigate exposure.
It's the same reason I didn't release the contents of the Black Box.
Those secrets out there cause chaos,
and that chaos takes innocent lives.
I know how dangerous the truth can be.
Well, I'm glad. Because I do have something...
No. You don't understand.
It's not my problem anymore, Senator.
It's yours.
You edit the story.
I did my part.
Ms. Mears... Nikita!
You don't understand.
I need someone to sell this story to the people,
a face, a...
A hero.
I need you.
Hand over the diamonds, or he dies.
I'd make you an offer,
but you probably won't accept it.
I don't know.
I'm a... reasonable man.
What's your offer?
That I don't kill you.
That's what I thought.
I thought I told you not to come.
Lucky for you, I don't believe anything you say.
- Ow. - Okay, come on.
Chappell wants me to testify
in front of a senate hearing committee.
They... they need a hero to... to help heal the country.
Since when have you been afraid of a few congressmen?
It's not them. It's everybody.
Everybody will know who I am.
But they already do. Your face has been on the news for months.
Let's not forget about the YouTube videos.
I know that, but that's not... me.
That's...
That's a cover. That's Nikita, the spy,
Nikita, the assassin.
If I do this, it's me.
It's Nikita Mears, the junkie cop-killer.
I wish you could see yourself the way that I do.
You have saved so many people, including me,
I don't even know how many times.
Alex would agree with that.
So would Ryan and Birkhoff.
We owe you our lives. Now the world does too.
That's not the way they'll see it.
Look, I promise you...
Once you tell them your side of the story,
everyone will see you the way that I do.
But just don't forget. They are the ones who need you.
That's right.
Clear the room, please.
- Yes, sir. - Right away.
Pardons and immunity.
Done.
Birkhoff's is to include anything that links him to Shadowwalker.
And he wants you to write a letter to the NSA
declaring him a hero.
Note to Daddy, not a problem.
Sonya wants to become a citizen.
- And Ryan... - Wants a meeting with Jones.
I know. We're already working on it.
He what?
When exactly were you going to tell me?
I wasn't trying to keep a secret.
I just didn't want to worry you.
Can I come in?
Look, I don't, um...
I've still got a lot to prepare for, so...
Ryan, what are you doing?
Did I ever tell you about my brother?
You told me he died in Afghanistan.
When I asked how,
I got the standard crap.
Line of duty, service to your country.
Turned out, he'd been murdered by PMC's
who were guarding an illegal mine.
Their company paid to cover it up.
I'm so sorry, Ryan.
I recognized the signs, someone using their power and their influence
to hide the truth.
I felt the same thing again with Division,
and I feel the same thing now.
Too many secrets.
I get it. I do.
But... this may not be the right time.
Before our pardons, you won't have...
All I want to do is talk to Jones face to face.
Nikita, the man is in custody.
The committee will come to order.
Please state your name for the record,
and then begin your statement.
My name is Nikita Mears.
Ten years ago, I was taken out of prison
and forced by a covert unit of the government to be an assassin.
They called themselves Division.
Seven years ago, I was the first recruit to escape.
Last year, I returned,
destroyed Division, and freed those who remained.
As a result, one of the founders of Division,
a woman named Amanda, framed me for the assassination
of President Kathleen Spencer in order to start a war.
Three days ago, I watched her die.
And I'm relieved to say...
her ambition for further bloodshed has died with her.
The next subject is en route.
Miss Dixon. Miss Dixon.
What can you tell us about the latest round of layoffs?
That they were necessary.
You're saying 14,000 people weren't necessary?
Are we done? I have to get back.
They'll wait. That's the nice thing about being in charge
of a major corporation. But... yes.
We're done.
I have done everything the group has ever asked.
But this is new and strange.
And we never have to do it again.
But one more question.
Who do you ultimately serve, yourself, the group, or me?
You.
Of course.
Hey, Alex. It's me.
It's safe to come in now.
That's good news.
I saw your testimony. You look good.
Is it just me, or is it really weird
to hear the sound of your own voice?
Oh, my God. I can't stand it.
Is this how you pictured it ending?
I didn't think I was gonna make it out of Division.
But you did.
We all did.
Sam's waking up. I should go check on him.
- I'll see you soon. - Hey.
It's been too long.
Um... Nikita needs me back in the States,
so you can either leave now or hitch a ride back with me.
Hitch a ride? That's sweet of you.
I just saved your ass. What more do you want?
An apology wouldn't be the worst place to start.
For you stealing my diamonds, or...?
Hold on. For the record, I didn't steal 'em, okay?
I came back, and I saved you from that guy.
Which is why I just flew to Paris,
and pulled you out of a filthy nightclub.
We're even.
Are you staying, or are you leaving?
You want me to stay?
Why does it matter what I want?
You know what? Screw it.
One of us has gotta be honest here.
- I'm sorry? - Why'd you think I went to Paris?
Honestly? I'm at a bit of a loss.
Because you asked me.
Because even though I really needed the money,
and guys were willing to kill me over it...
I was trying to do the right thing...
for you.
Sam.
He'll be more cooperative if I speak with him alone.
- It may take a while. - I'll wait up front,
and we can head back to base whenever you're ready.
I'll keep an eye on things from my station,
in case he gives you any trouble.
You've been busy.
You want me to walk you through all this, or...
- should we cut to the chase? - Who am I to say?
And you're the one calling the shots now.
You wanted us to find you and take down MDK.
You used Ramon, knowing we'd pick him up on Shadownet.
You sent an operative after Alex,
knowing he'd get caught and give up MDK.
And you allowed Peller to feed us information,
all so we could save the day and believe you'd been defeated.
Nikita told you her price,
and you paid it.
Doesn't seem to have worked out too well for me, now, does it?
I've got a hunch your friends will get you out of here eventually.
And what friends would those be?
There's always a group behind the group, right?
I think MDK is only one arm of your organization.
You're never gonna stop digging, are you?
I'll never stop looking for the truth.
Percy called us a group.
I assume that's where you got the term from.
But did you know there's eight of us, my colleagues and I?
You probably have no idea how so few can control so much.
Sadly, I'm afraid you never will.
All right. Yeah, thank you.
That was, uh, Senator Chappell.
Everything okay?
They want to give me the Presidential Medal of Freedom.
So you're saying I was right.
They did a poll, an approval poll,
to see how the news was landing, and apparently...
I tested through the roof.
So, now they want to capitalize off the residual goodwill, of course.
Hey, don't downplay this. They love you.
And, far more importantly, I was right.
No. You were wrong.
You once accused me of only wanting another mission.
- Oh. - No more missions.
No more looking over our shoulders.
And all I want is you.
We should get in the air. They're expecting us back.
Then what?
Uh, like I said, they'll debrief us and give us a pardon.
- Nothing's changed. - Nothing's changed?
You and me.
- That was... - I don't know what that was.
Well, then... Hey, hey, hey. Let's find out.
I meant what I said, back there.
Okay? You make me want to be better.
I just started to figure out who I am.
I... You can't expect me to tell you who you are, too.
What do I gotta do to prove myself to you?
I don't want you to prove anything to me.
This is about you, who you really are,
not who you're willing to pretend to be to make me happy.
I don't know who Sam is, and neither do you.
You figure that out, then we'll see.
You couldn't let Division go.
I guess I'm not surprised you couldn't let this go either.
It's going to be a shame to destroy such a beautiful mind.
Oh, no need. No need. I'm not going to hurt you.
Your death would raise too many questions,
and Nikita might realize that what happened in Dubai
was a carefully crafted illusion.
- Then why abduct me? - Catch and release.
A few tweaks to that brain of yours, and we'll put you
right back where we found you,
perfectly satisfied with the answers Jones provided.
It doesn't bother you,
Nikita believing you're dead?
Thinking she's finally free of you?
Well, see, it turns out Nikita's not the only one
who's been freed. So have I.
I can finally plan for my future.
In fact, since you won't remember being here
in the next few minutes,
I have a secret that I'm dying to share.
I'm taking over.
Soon, all 54 of the group's doubles
will be under my control.
Why?
I want to.
- You're insane. - No. No, I disagree.
I think I've made some real growth.
I'm finally moving on with my life.
And now it's time for you to move on.
No more suspicions. No more doubts.
Come on, come on!
Hold your fire! I need him alive and unharmed.
This has to be kept quiet.
Go in and get him.
No more secrets.
We could go anywhere, do anything.
Hmm.
Like finally get that little house on the beach?
Live boring lives.
- Mm-hmm. - Promise?
You know... you are Michael Bishop again.
Maybe they'd let you back in the Navy.
Thanks, but... I've seen enough war.
I'm ready to hang up my guns.
I thought you... you said you needed
to be a part of something bigger than yourself.
Yeah, but there are other ways of doing that.
One of the few good things I picked up during my time
at Division is learning that I like being a teacher.
What were the other good things?
You.
Hello?
Ryan?
- Ma'am, you can't come in here. - He's my family.
You're okay. You're gonna be fine.
- Listen to me... - It's not over.
Listen...
Ma'am, please.
I'm so sorry.
I wanted to be wrong.
Crash cart!
Get her out of here!
- Clear! - Clear.
Still no response.
Clear!
Again.
What's wrong?
Ryan Fletcher threw himself out a window...
And gave you a little something to remember him by, I see.
To assure his message reached Nikita.
We couldn't get to him with so many people around.
We barely made it out before the police arrived.
You know, so far, you've proved about as useful to me
as you were to Jones.
What's Nikita going to do, hmm? Tell the truth?
She's already done that. Testified before Congress
- and swore it was over. - Hmm.
You honestly think she won't recant?
I think the United States government will never let that happen.
She's part of the system now.
Amanda is alive.
Whose body did we pull out of the rubble in Dubai?
Probably a double, someone who was coerced into playing Amanda.
Ryan's right. This is bigger than MDK and Jones.
Before he died, he told me
there were seven other group members out there.
Yeah, uh...
- Do we know who they are? - Not yet, but we'll find out.
The first thing we have to do is tell everybody
that we were wrong, this isn't over.
If we're gonna go public, we need more than speculation.
- It'll take time to investigate. - Time we don't have, Senator.
They almost started World War Ill. We know they have doubles in place.
That's why we can't say anything without proof.
The kind of panic this could cause,
it would be unlike anything we've ever seen.
World leaders accusing each other of being imposters,
using it as an excuse for war, uprisings, riots.
- It'd be chaos. - Exactly.
That's why we can't do nothing.
We Will find the truth,
and then we will figure out what the hell to do with it.
But until then, we don't tip our hand.
We let them believe that they've won.
I will not go in there and lie.
You have to.
The country... hell, the world needs this.
They need to believe that the bad guys have been defeated.
They need a hero, and you're it.
He's right.
Ryan's dead, and they want to give me a medal.
- How is that right? - You said it yourself.
There are more doubles out there.
They could be watching us right now.
We have to be smart in how we play this.
- Amanda. - We will get her.
But we're not alone anymore.
They're ready for you.
It's my honor to present Ms. Nikita Mears.
Mikey, is it true? They wouldn't tell us anything.
They just said there's been an accident.
When we saw Nikita on television, we thought maybe he was okay.
They want to keep it under wraps as long as they can, but Ryan is...
- Ryan's dead. - Oh.
It was Amanda.
Amanda. She's alive?
God, that evil freakin' bitch!
How is that possible?
Where is Nikita? How is she handling this?
She's gonna need a few minutes.
It's me.
I know you're not alone right now, but I really need to talk.
I'm supposed to let it go, but I can't.
They don't get to win. Not like this.
When we came here, I thought it was finally over.
No more running and hiding and lying.
I really believed that the truth was going to free us,
but now I'm trapped in an even bigger lie.
The world doesn't know that Amanda is alive,
but I do, because Ryan believed in the truth.
He died for the truth,
and I can't let that be for nothing.
Going after her means breaking some promises I made,
but I don't see any other way.
I can't trust the system, not with this.
It's failed me, all of us, too many times.
Jones and his cronies, they need to pay.
I want them to die with the whole world watching,
so everyone knows who they really are
and what they've done.
Taking them on... I can't do it alone.
I know it's asking a lot, but I need you.
Hey.
I need your help, one last time.
I got a message for you.
We started this fight together,
just you and me.
A lot has happened since then,
but I know that this is how it's supposed to end.
It's time to finish what we started.