It's called a red eye.
Cup of drip, shot of espresso, no room for cream. Or anything else.
Ugh.
Some of us need the jolt.
To hit that target heart rate.
Some of us?
I'm here for my boss. And me. Heh.
My boss doesn't need caffeine. She's high on life.
Super-dedicated. Super-focused It's annoying as hell.
What do you do?
Uh, I'm a partner. In a start-up company.
Looking to take down a big division.
A sector of the military-industrial space.
Still got a few Goliaths we gotta slingshot first.
So you must be David.
Seymour, actually.
Allyson. - Yeah.
Uh. Allow me. Ahem.
You're all set, Allyson.
You should become a regular here.
This place could use more regulars.
- Thanks. - Enjoy.
Yes. All of it. Eighty million, gone.
How does Nikita do anything these days?
She found the account on the Black Box.
I transferred African relief money into our slush fund.
We then converted it into bearer bonds, and she stole it.
Gotcha.
Nikita knows I'm a member of Oversight.
I'm calling an emergency meeting.
We have to move the rest of our money.
Just a second.
Thanks, Allyson.
Division's top priority is to neutralize Nikita and retrieve that Box.
They have someone very good on it.
Someone I trust.
You're still here.
Not for long.
Percy was right. This is the house that I grew up in.
After Division burned it down, Sergei Semak rebuilt it.
- He lives in it now. - With no security, I'm sure.
You could just walk right in, put a bullet in him.
I'm going to Russia, and I'm going to kill him.
So don't try to talk me out of it.
How do you plan on getting into Russia?
You had Division support, you could hop a C-130...
- ...parachute in. - That how Captain America would do it?
Lt. Commander. And yes. Semak still has his own Division hunting you.
- He won't see me coming. - Yeah?
Zetrov owns two airlines and two shipping firms.
Which means Semak has every border official in his pocket.
Land, sea and air. There's no way Alexandra Udinov gets back into Russia.
She doesn't.
I'm going as someone else.
Someone that I used to be.
You're going back the same way you came in.
Illegally, and completely under the radar.
You really did your homework.
Something Nikita taught me.
If you don't wanna go to Plan B have a good Plan A.
What is that?
This is for you.
It's for luck.
I knew I wouldn't be able to talk you out of anything.
I got it out of the evidence locker. From what I've read...
...it belonged to your father.
- Does Amanda know you took this? - No.
And she's not gonna know.
Not about any of this.
Thank you.
One condition.
You call me as soon as you hit the ground over there.
If you're gonna pull this off...
...you're gonna need at least one other person watching your back.
Whoa!
Could you not do that in the living room, please?
- Haven't figured where to put my stuff. - Yeah, I know.
It's amazing how much you've bought with my money.
Not really. I am a girl.
Tell me where the senator is.
I don't really trust this ingestible tracker of yours.
The microdot is activated by stomach acid. Give it time.
And it wasn't easy getting that thing...
...into the senator's double half-caf. Had to work my mojo.
Let's go.
Go? Go where?
I want to be in motion when the senator calls the meeting.
Last four members of the secret cabal get together...
- ...and we're in motion? - I have a plan.
Has it occurred to you that Division knows you're coming?
You killed Oversight's banker in his own penthouse.
I wasn't the one who did the actual:
We haven't done homework.
Should have spent a week at least doing recon on the senator.
Now you wanna take out the entire Imperial Senate?
I'm not taking anyone out. We're doing surveillance.
It's okay to be scared, nerd.
You know, maybe fear is not such a bad thing.
It causes you to stop, look around, become situationally aware.
Now you're gonna lecture me on situational awareness?
Somebody has to.
Ever since you left Mikey in London, you've been on some kind of a bender.
Coming in here, pulling slugs out of your Kevlar...
...acting like it doesn't hurt.
- I've had worse. - I'm not talking about physical pain.
Look, Nikki...
...you're allowed to miss him.
But he's coming back.
You know, you guys are, uh, meant to be. You're like Bonnie and Clyde.
Except without the, uh, last scene.
She's on the move. Shall we?
Of course she'll make a move. Nikita stole to force the meeting.
I sent an advance team to the stadium.
I've arranged for Oversight to gather in the basement.
No good. Too many exits and entrances. I found a better venue.
And I re-directed the team.
Funny, I don't recall asking you to run point on this.
I'm not running point, I'm running everything. It's been approved.
- By Mother. - I'm not going to let Nikita near her.
- I will? - Couldn't keep her away from Gaines.
- Look what happened to him. - As I recall, you shot him.
I suppose I have to follow Oversight's orders.
But don't put this on me, Sean. You want to protect your Momma?
It's a perfectly natural instinct.
Especially for the baby boy.
They changed the venue.
And upped security, why?
Boy Scout.
Always prepared.
Who?
Met him at Gaines's penthouse. He changed my plans then too.
I had Gaines talking, naming members of Oversight.
- And? - Boy Scout started blasting.
- Heh. Never as easy as it should be. - Go.
Baby, I want another bottle for the table. Can you make that happen?
Heh. For you? Anything.
The way you look at the clients. They don't pay to know how you really feel.
The men at my old jobs were different.
Really? Where was that?
By the docks.
They appreciated us.
Men never appreciate a woman they pay for.
I'll try to remember that.
- Sasha. - Oksana.
Your English is very good, Sasha.
Who would ever know that you are from Petersburg?
I watched a lot of American movies as child.
Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Well, I've called three times already.
I know that this is the hotline.
How many times do I have to call you people?
Where is she?
No, I already gave you the address.
- Look, I overheard my husband-- What are you doing?
I'm sorry, I bring bottle back to them.
No, he changed his mind. He'll buy two bottles if you dance.
- I don't dance. - You do now.
Hand it to the Boy Scout.
They're having a Foreign Correspondents' luncheon up top.
Place is full of bigwigs. Anyone could be Oversight.
Rear entrance is just as secure. There's no way for me to get a gun in there.
This just keeps getting better and better.
Lobby's clear. Have you secured the meeting site?
Affirmative. - We're on our way down.
- You said up top. What's down below? - Oh, just an old Cold War bunker...
...with 3 feet of concrete all around it. That's according to the Historical Society.
Nice little place for the "evil council of evil" to hang out.
Excuse me, excuse me. The extra flowers are here, but they're late. Of course.
I know, we're on it.
Have other attendees started arriving?
Number two has arrived.
Three and four are a mile and two miles out.
Flash traffic? Anything that could be Nikita's signal?
There's a significant amount of chatter. I've got three teams monitoring. Nothing.
Hey, come on, guys, let's go.
We gotta move. Right through there.
Can I help you?
Is there anywhere else Birkhoff could hide a signal? Think.
What would you do?
He's clear. - Hold it right there.
She's clear.
The best way to that bunker, unnoticed, is through an old ventilation shaft.
Cross the dining room to a staircase that's at the rear of the kitchen.
Proceed to your next checkpoint.
You'll find a ventilation shaft in the main boiler room.
It connects up to the hotel air conditioning system.
Damn it.
It's a long way down, though.
We're 200 feet underground.
The hotel uses the room as kind of a junk drawer, but it's perfect.
If you say so.
- Operations, Number 1 is arriving. - Copy that.
Number 2 is right behind you.
- I'm sorry about all this. - No, listen...
...I understand your concern.
Having this Black Box out there is a significant deterrent to our efforts.
If any of our operations are exposed, it'll be devastating.
Not only to us, but to the whole country.
Nikita won't stop.
Nikita is nothing more than a disgruntled employee.
Don't worry, Madeline.
We're gonna get her.
One down, two to go.
Party's over.
All right, party is over. Immigration and Customs Enforcement.
Everyone stay calm and I'll go easy on you.
I want all the ladies on-- Hey, hey!
Go on.
Hey. Grab her. Hey, hey.
- Come here. All right, all right. - Aah!
Enough. Enough. Enough. Ah-- Ah!
Calm down. Calm down.
- What do you think you're doing? - You stepped in it.
We got an anonymous tip from an angry wife.
And, Boris, your girls are illegal.
I was gonna put you in holding for a few days...
...but now I think you're on the first flight back to Russia.
Thanks to you.
Nikki, how's it going down there?
I've got eyes on Number 3.
Almost there, Birkhoff.
One more to go and we'll have them all.
Uh, yeah, copy that.
Barely. I gotta reroute the comms through another wireless node.
Amanda, you were right.
I'm picking up a signal in the hotel's wireless system.
Pinpoint the source, dispatch a team, and get me Sean.
This is Amanda.
I realize I'm not in charge, but we've found an embedded comm signal.
I think Nikita's nearby.
Meeting's over. Abort. Abort!
- Sir, this way. - Secure the exits.
Birkhoff, they're onto us. Meet me at the exfil point.
On my way.
Come on, come OH, come on.
Come on.
Come on!
Sean. Sean.
Get her in the car.
- Follow him! - We got a hot pursuit. Let's go!
Gun! Drop it! Put the gun on the ground!
Drop it. Down on the ground, now!
Drop your weapon.
Birkhoff, I'm at the exfil point.
Birkhoff?
- Birkhoff. - Freeze. Let's take him.
- Birkhoff! - Agh!
Right this way. Come on. - Over here. Just line up.
So I talked to my supervisor.
There's a deportation flight going wheels-up tonight.
You're on the express.
Okay, let's go. What you got over here?
Give him something special. He'll let us stay.
You want to stay here?
At least I have nice clothes, nice food here.
Even a few nice men. What I have in Petersburg?
Everything will be all right. I took care of this. Trust me.
Trust you? You're a lie.
All of you is a lie.
Your Russian is too refined.
You are from Moskva. You are a girl of privilege.
What is it? You run away from home?
Happy to go see Mama and Papa again.
You will be okay, but the rest of us are screwed.
Let's go. Come on.
I like the naughty schoolgirl look.
We're gonna play truth or dare, huh?
That's cool. You want some truth?
You nailed me out there.
Fair and square.
You got skills.
When they're finished with you, they will snap your neck and dissolve you in acid.
I've seen them do it.
Seymour.
Thank you, Sonya, but forget standard protocol on this interrogation.
There are more efficient ways to find the truth.
Well, I see the boys gave you a nice welcome home.
Amanda. Thank God you got me out.
Michael and Nikita were forcing me to do their hack work.
- They threatened to kill me. - Really?
Was that before or after you saved them by using attack drones?
Heh. Is it my imagination, Seymour, or have you developed a hero complex?
- Look, I don't know what you want. - Nikita. And the Black Box.
You're going to tell me where they are.
Or what? You're gonna kill me?
Heh. Kill you?
Oh, Birkhoff, you're smarter than that.
You're the Shadow Walker.
Able to break down any system and type 120 words a minute.
Now 60.
Birkhoff?
Hey, what's wrong?
Michael, man down.
- What? - I lost Birkhoff.
- Uh, how? - We were running recon on Oversight.
I had them, I had them all. Division found out. They took him.
- When? - It doesn't--
It doesn't matter! Are you listening to me? They took Birkhoff!
Okay, I'll get on the first flight.
There's no time for that. We have to do something now!
Are you going to launch a frontal assault on Division?
Why aren't you here?
Nikita, stop, focus, prioritize.
Now, when was he taken?
One hour, 14 minutes ago.
The good news is, he's still alive.
The bad news is that Amanda's probably interrogating him right now.
Michael, we have to do something to save him. Michael!
There is.
But you won't like it.
- What is it? - A trade.
Or more like a sacrifice.
I can have the finest surgeons in Division Medical fix that for you.
- Oh. Go to hell. - I know how important it is to your work.
Just give me a location.
Might as well ask me where Carmen Sandiego is, bitch...
...because I'm not giving up Nikki.
What? What?!
This cranial needle is designed to remove brain tumors.
Patients love it. Instead of taking a saw to your skull...
...the probe's inserted through the nose.
Of course, those patients were unconscious during the procedure.
I'll puncture the cerebrospinal membrane to access your frontal lobe.
I'll administer this paralytic.
Soon after, your most prized possession, your mind...
...will wither and die. Think of it as a reboot.
You're a psychopath.
You used to be such a selfish creature.
You've mutated into something entirely different.
You're a puzzle, Seymour...
- ...and I'm going to solve you. - Unh!
- Hello? - Put Amanda on.
- I'm sorry, who is this? - Do it now. I have something she wants.
Please, please, don't do this.
Please, I can help you.
There are other Black Boxes you need me to decrypt. I'm the engineer!
Tell me where she is.
What is it about Nikki, huh?
- Why are you so taken with her? - Please, don't.
- You must know Michael is first in line. - Please, don't.
- She could never see you that way. - Stop.
Stop, stop, Stop!
Amanda? - What?!
I'm sorry. Nikita's on the line.
Sonya!
It's simple. You give me Birkhoff, I give you the Box.
You won't do it. It means too much to you, to your crusade.
This may surprise you, Amanda, but Birkhoff means more.
He is a friend. A friend is someone who knows you and still likes you.
In case that's something you can't fathom.
I'm trying to fathom a lot today. How do I know you haven't copied the Box?
If you attempt duplication, the data eats itself. One of Percy's gems.
You know Oversight wants this Box. I'm willing to give it to you.
Now, do you need to put me on hold while you talk to your boss?
She agreed? That's good.
Won't stop her from trying to kill you both.
You need a real threat for leverage. Preferably an explosive.
I have an idea for that. What about the trade site?
You need to control it. Ingress, egress, everything.
Best way to do that is pre-selected mode of transportation.
I got some ideas for that too. Only wild card is: Who do they send?
There was a guy at the Oversight meeting.
I tangled with him in Gaines' apartment. Uh--
He shot Gaines when he named members of Oversight.
- The soldier. - The what?
He didn't move like a Division agent. Probably Special Forces.
Max.
Max is awake'?
Yeah, he couldn't sleep.
- Definitely my son. - Son.
Sean.
Says she has three kids, two girls and a boy.
"Son not pictured, serves in the armed forces."
If he's Special Forces they won't advertise it.
Hang on. Firing up Shadownet.
Lieutenant Commander Sean Mason Pierce. United States Navy.
- Designation Devgru. - Special Warfare Development Group.
- He's Seal Team Six. - And the senator's his mother.
Sean didn't shoot Gaines because he was naming Oversight.
He shot him because he was naming her.
There's no telling what someone will do when they're pushed to the edge.
Welcome home, ladies.
- There is something wrong. - We have to go this way.
They, um, don't want undesirables walking through the airport, so...
Something is wrong.
What is going on?
Hey, relax. You're back home in Russia, you get to keep your old job.
You work for Bratva?
No, I work for Immigration and Customs Enforcement.
Bratva's like, uh, my 401.
So you put us with same family on the other side.
Hey.'-
Who the hell are you?
Someone who can't afford to have that question asked.
- It's gonna be me and the Boy Scout. - Excuse me?
The Boy Scout. We had a brisk little run in the park today.
You know who you are, Boy Scout.
I'm listening.
Bring Birkhoff to the pedestrian walkway at 28th and 3rd in Manhattan, alone.
If I smell a whiff of Division, I upload the contents of the Box live...
...starting with operations sanctioned by Senator Madeline Pierce.
He'll be there in one hour.
Senator, you heard?
I did. Needless to say, our priority is that Box.
I still don't believe she'll give it up. I want two teams shadowing me.
This is no longer your operation.
I'm keeping the teams at a distance.
Do you believe Nikita would release its contents?
- She knows how dangerous it'll be. - Doesn't matter what she knows or thinks.
She's not thinking right now. Not rationally.
Nikita is on the verge of losing someone she loves.
We must tread carefully.
No one can deny you're in a very delicate situation.
I want to confirm the data on the Box cannot be copied, even by the engineer.
It's not just software, it's hardware. It's Excalibur.
You're so proud of it, aren't you?
Better believe it. Have you been following the news?
They're so angry. Raging against the machine.
What do you think would happen if they got even the slightest glimpse...
...inside that Box?
If they found out that the machine is actually a steel trap...
...that was set for them, the 99 percent.
Think they'd have a candlelit vigil and sing "Kumbayah"?
I doubt it. They'd riot and burn the place down.
People want to believe God has a plan for them.
They don't want to know that anyone else does.
Lieutenant Commander Sean Pierce?
- Who the hell are you? - I am your ride.
He's on the move.
Jesal, are you there?
- Yes, ma'am. - Are you being followed?
- No, Ma'am. - Good.
She knows they're tracking my comm.
If she's smart, which she is, she hacked the taxi's transponder.
It's not precisely a transponder, but it's similar.
It allows the taxi company to track their cars.
- How do you know she hacked it? - It's interfering with Sean's signal.
- We've lost him. - Can you track it?
She can't track us because she probably never got the cab's transponder number.
There's dozens of cabs on the road right now.
Jesal, turn into the parking garage on your left, go up to the 6th floor.
I've got him. He's in a parking garage on 51st near Park Ave.
I'm not gonna wave.
Whoa, sailor I jacked 17 wireless connections.
I let this go, the world's in for a nightmare.
- Let's have it. - Him first.
Birkhoff, wand yourself. Make sure there's no trackers on you or in you.
I'm sure they've picked up my signal by now.
Let them come, the more the merrier.
- I'm clean. - Go upstairs.
- What? - Go now.
- Give me the Box. - Careful with this.
It's a loaded weapon.
Good, Sean. Now take the Box and get out of there.
No need. Plan B.
You're a soldier. Why do this?
- You're trying to kill my mother. - Your mother is a bitch.
I am not the threat, Sean. Open your eyes.
It's over.
You're a good Boy Scout. You wore your Kevlar, right?
- What are you doing? - I'm leaving. But before I go, here.
Take this. These are pass codes to numbered accounts...
...at the Bank of St. Petersburg, one for each girl.
I had old boss who gave me lots of money.
I'm spreading it around.
There should be enough in there for all the girls to start new lives.
You can't leave.
You tell us to restart our lives, but...
How we can do this?
Where are you going?
Hey, don't forget to take your anti-inflammatories, okay?
- And don't miss a doctor's appointment. - Copy that.
Please repeat your command.
Go to hell.
Why does this voice-activated software sound just like Alex?
It's the shell program we used to communicate with.
You know, the one that took you three years and six months to find?
You give new meaning to the phrase, "insult to injury."
Hey, Birkhoff.
You were right.
I flew too close to the sun on this one.
I never thought it would be you who got burned.
I'm a big boy. Ahem.
I knew what I was getting into.
Still do.
You okay?
I almost gave you up in there.
But you didn't.
Thanks for coming back for me.
You are so worth it.
You rule, nerd.
Packing up?
Where you going, anyway?
Find Owen.
He's on the trail of another Black Box.
Anti-inflammatories.
We needed the data. You shouldn't have destroyed it.
It was Nikita's leverage.
- I had to take it out of the equation. - Why?
To save your life.
You said you had a way to get to her, through Alex.
Yes.
Then activate the plan, immediately.
If Alex is gonna be useful, let's use her.
- This is Pierce - I made it.
- How'd it go? - It went.
- You all right? - Yeah. I...
I didn't expect it to be like this
How's that? - Empty.
Just be careful out there.
If you get into trouble...
- ...you don't have to do this alone. - What, you gonna fly out here?
I wish I could.
But listen, if you do get into a bind...
you call someone, doesn't matter who it is.
You call someone to get you out of there: Amanda, Nikita. Just...
...call somebody.
Will do, Sean.
I'll be seeing you.