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Miss Udinov,
welcome to Gemeinschaft Bank.

Thank you
for seeing me on short notice.

You'll find
we are very accommodating.

We understand our clients have
demanding schedules.

I do have some questions
about your bank's confidentiality.

Privacy is one
of our highest priorities.

Each of our accounts is identified
with a number.

Only a handful of bank officials...

...will ever know or have access
to the account holder's information.

Now, how may I help you today?

I'm not sure if you've heard,
but I've come into some money.

It's currently on deposit in Russia...

...but I'm not sure
if I can trust their banking system.

- You hear stories.
- Of course. Let me assure you...

And somebody tripped the alarm.
You got four minutes.

Where's the manager?

If you'll excuse me, Miss Udinov.

I am the bank manager.

I'm at the computer.

Transmitter's hot.

Uplinking.

I'm in the system.

I don't understand what you want.

We're not that kind of bank.

Copying files now.

If the Swiss kept
their client files online...

...like normal, less-secure banks,
they wouldn't be getting robbed today.

Maybe we can do
this robbing thing a little faster, huh?

I told you, we don't keep money here.

Slow your roll, girlie.

Didn't hear me complain about
how long it took you to set up.

I'm hearing about it now.

Cops are close. Get out of there now.

- Get the file?
- Just go.

Okay.

Come on, Birkhoff, come on.

Don't worry about them.
Those idiots didn't get anything.

Got them. Take the system offline.

Wiping surveillance footage now.

Miss Udinov, are you all right?

Yes, yes, ah, I'm fine...

...but I just don't think
I'm gonna be banking here after all.

It just doesn't seem safe.

If this whole "saving the world from evil
masterminds" thing doesn't work out...

...we have a real future
in armed robbery.

We can rob a bank with actual money
next time?

Oh, you can be Robin Hood...

...I'll take the money
and give it to the poor.

Okay, for the record,
I'll never wear tights.

Ha, ha, then I'm not doing it.

- Fine, I'll wear tights.
- Ha-ha-ha.

Let's meet Alex at the airport.
We'll head there.

Found the account holder yet?

Yeah. Turns out the shady
international dude...

...who manages Percy's money...

...has a shady international name.

Ian Damascus.

Yes?

Hello, Ian. It's Percy.

Percy? I thought you were...

Good Lord, it's been such a long time.
How are you?

Unfortunately, I haven't had
as much free time in the past year...

...as I would have liked.

My organization's been undergoing
some restructuring.

It kept me completely tied up.

Very unfortunate.

I hope that things are settled now.

Well, let's just say...

...that the upheaval has inspired me
to take a hard look at my security.

Starting with my finances.

You have some concerns?
I assure you I take every precaution.

No, the flaw isn't in your system,
it's on my end.

Few months ago, I was forced to share
confidential information...

- ...with a former associate.
- If it's been a few months...

A threat was made recently.

They're gonna try and get to me
wherever they can.

My accounts are vulnerable
to an attack.

An attack?

- But how?
- I don't know how.

I just know who.

Are we sure he has Percy's money?

Well, he owns that Swiss account
we had traced.

Same account number as the,
uh, transfer Alex made for Percy.

You mean the one
that helped Percy break out of Division.

That was yesterday.

Today we bankrupt Percy,
put Division out of business.

Put an end to this war,
once and for all.

Now, the next question is,
how do we rob Damascus?

He's in a gated compound
and he doesn't leave often.

He doesn't need to go out. We go in.

Pretend to be wealthy criminals,
potential new clients.

- I've made the calls.
- Do we need references?

Damascus only cares about one thing.

If you can meet his minimum,
he'll sit down with you.

What's his minimum?

Twenty million dollars.

Twenty million? Just to sit down?
This guy's nuts.

And where the hell are we gonna get
our hands on that...?

Why are you looking at me?

No.

No.

No to the power of no.

Birkhoff, come on.

Haven't you always wanted
to bankroll a revolution?

Twenty million dollars?

I'm hallucinating here.
Who spiked my drink?

It's our best shot.

Well, let's move on
to our second-best shot, then.

Armed helicopters,
rappelling down skyscrapers...

...a small army of flesh-eating robots.

Whatever scenario doesn't involve
risking my money.

- Look, we know it's a lot.
- It is all.

I give you 20 million, we're searching
the couch cushions to pay for ammo.

Don't think of it as giving.
It's more like a loan.

No, no.

I'm sorry but the Bank of Birkhoff
is closed.

Look, this isn't
just dollars and cents, okay?

This is my safety net.

It's my escape hatch.
It's my life's work.

Hell, it is my life.
Do you not see that?

Yeah. You really love your money.

Yes.

A hell of a lot more
than I'm liking any of you right now.

What about you,
little Miss Oligarch?

Why can't you break off 20 mil?

- It's gonna take a few days.
- Not the point.

Damascus is willing
to meet us tomorrow.

If we postpone, he'll ask questions,
get suspicious.

Is there any way
we can fake the money?

A guy like Damascus
would see that coming.

It's only two hours, okay?
When Damascus dumps the money...

...we get into his system,
we find Percy's account, we empty it.

I won't do it.

You'll get your money back.

And Percy's.

Unless...

...I go along on the mission.

You mean like in the van?

No, not like in the van.

Damascus is gonna be expecting
a wealthy investor.

I will play that wealthy investor.

I already am the wealthy investor
around here.

Birkhoff, the last time
we went on a mission, you were broken.

You barely made it back.

I don't want you to get hurt again.

It's a chance I'm willing to take.

As long as I have eyes on my money,
I'll know it's safe.

If you guys wanna dangle around
my 20 million like it's bait...

...I'm gonna be the one
holding the rod.

Morning.

I'll see you in a bit.

Ian Damascus. So good to meet you.

Morris Mitnick.
Nice place you got here.

It's, uh, cozy. Real cute.

Well, I make do.

- Did you bring the funds, Mr. Mitnick?
- Ah, call me Morris.

I hand you 20 mil,
you become my new best friend.

Let's hope so.

- It's, uh, fine.
- Heh.

And who might you be?

Girlfriend? Wife?

I'm the muscle.

This must be weird for you.

What? Being the Birkhoff
on this mission?

Couple of months ago,
you were ambushing press conferences...

...being interviewed on TV.

Sleeping in $10,000-a-night
hotel suites.

Now you're sitting on a stakeout.

None of that stuff was real.

It was a big con job
to try and save my mom.

Being here with you guys,
I get to be myself again. It's nice.

You didn't wanna go with your mother?
I hear Greece is equally nice.

I wanna be here in this fight
with you guys, Michael.

And that's the only reason
you stayed?

What is this, an interrogation?

You looking for some ulterior motive?

Couldn't help but notice that you
and Sean seem to have gotten closer.

Oh, it is an interrogation.

Ah.

Bearer bonds. Lovely.

So how exactly is this gonna work?

You walk into a bank with just one
of those, likely to raise a few eyebrows.

It's like wearing a big sign that says,
"Hello, I'm a criminal."

Well, my associates deal...

...with specialized securities like this
all the time.

And they don't report to the IRS
or the authorities.

Good. I spent years stealing that money
from the government.

Be a shame just to hand it
right back to them.

How long to, uh, ahem,
convert the funds?

Oh, five minutes or so.

I scan.

And your funds appear electronically
in your new account.

Hmm. Scan away.

Heh.

I don't know why you're asking.

It's usually Nikita who's the one prying
into my personal life.

She asked you to spy for her.

Well, come on, we are spies.

When you report back to Nikita,
you can let her know...

...that there is nothing going on
between me and Sean.

But?

I promise to leave it out of the report.

I look at what you guys have and...

I don't know.

I don't know
if I'll ever be able to find that.

Not even sure it's worth it.

Hey.

It's worth it.

Nikita, there's a car pulling up front.

You've got company.

Morris.

As you can see, the funds are on accounts
and ready for me to put them to work.

Great.

Now I have to hand these off...

...to my courier for disposal.

Then we're gonna have a drink
and discuss your investment.

- Those bonds are worthless now, right?
- Oh, yes.

But they still constitute a paper trail
and I prefer to work without one.

I'll be right back.

It's fine.

Is this all of it, lan?
Feels a little light. Especially this one.

There is only 20 million in this one.

But there's 50 million in that one.

I don't have to be a genius
with numbers, though I am...

...to know that you're 30 million short.

Percy just didn't give me enough time.

Damascus made the transfer.
You found Percy's account yet?

I can't get in. There's no signal
coming from the house.

He wasn't online.

Now he is.

I'm in.
But I can't find Birkhoff's money.

Or anyone else's.

What are you talking about?

There's no money in any
of these accounts. It's empty.

Excuse me.
Mr. Damascus requests you wait here.

Oh, did he?

Now, this is all
I could scrape together.

And it's been a rough year, Veronica,
you know that.

It's a bad economy.

So I've had to borrow
from my other accounts.

You stole Percy's money.

Borrowed. I borrowed his money.

I haven't heard from Percy
in almost a year.

Not a call, not a deposit.

So I figured he might be dead.

You figured wrong.

I changed my mind.
I'm taking my business elsewhere.

Out of my way, Lurch.

Have a nice day.

- Birkhoff, Birkhoff, no.
- He's got my money.

Division's on site.

Nikita, where are you?

Nikita, I'm out front.

Drop it!

Shoot him.

Shoot him.

Shoot him!

Shoot him.

Nikita?

Nikita.

She's hit.

There's nothing here.

Not even us.
Division must have wiped it clean.

It was definitely Roan behind the wheel.
I'm not sure who the woman was.

Damascus was giving the briefcase
to his courier, so it must be her.

Well, maybe that's not all he gave her.

He withdrew 50 million
from his other accounts.

Yeah, but why did Percy take out
his money now?

Maybe because
his underworld banker...

...was running a Ponzi scheme.
Who knew?

Or he's worried that someone, like us,
might get ahold of his funds.

If they're online, they're vulnerable.

He's shoring up his defenses.

And moving his money
into the most secure vault he knows.

Division.

So Percy's stuffing his mattress
with my money.

He's not stuffing anything.

Damascus wanted us to get
bearer bonds...

...because they're small
and they're portable.

But like you said,
they're illegal in the United States.

To use the money,
he has to convert it all into cash.

That's right. And that's good
because we take cash.

Seventy million doesn't just fit into
an easy-to-steal briefcase. Or three.

- We're talking about a truck.
- If we find it, we hijack it.

If we can't steal it, then we destroy it.

Whoa, destroy?

We're not just talking about
Percy's money...

...we're talking about my money.

I know but we have to focus
on the bigger picture.

- What bigger picture?
- Taking down Division.

You mean our recurring game
of Whac-A-Mole?

Knock down Percy, up pops Amanda.

Take out Amanda, Percy's back on top.
It's never gonna end.

- And we're broke.
- We will think of something.

The way we figured out
it was a good idea...

...to risk all my money
on one mission?

Hey, things happen out in the field
that we cannot anticipate.

Well, maybe you should have tried
to anticipate a little harder.

Maybe I shouldn't have let you
come with me.

Heh, let me? You let me come with you?
What, are you my boss now?

Oh, I didn't realize
you were in control around here.

Everybody's getting a little hot.
We should take a step back.

Guys, we don't need to fight
about money.

Let's focus. I have money.
I can bankroll us for now.

What about later?
When we finally reach...

...those mythical postwar days
Nikita's always talking about, huh?

What am I supposed to do then?
Go temp at an IT department?

It wasn't your money! You stole it!

You're so worried about your future,
go steal more.

That sounds like a great idea.

You go do whatever you wanna do.

I'm gonna go recoup my losses
my way.

Good luck, Alex. You're gonna need it.

Thirty million dollars short?

I know I told you to kill the guy...

...I just wish the death
had been more prolonged and painful.

Veronica has the bonds.
She'll be ready to move them tonight.

Alex and Michael both at the house?

I saw them when I was leaving.

Then Nikita's probably there.

I knew giving Alex account information
was gonna come back to haunt me.

What do you wanna do?

Call Veronica
and make an adjustment.

She said she was sorry...

...but it's like she was apologizing
for breaking my coffee mug.

You lose my entire life savings,
show a little bit of freaking remorse.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Ah, it ain't over though. No, no, no,
heh, this is just the beginning.

I have made millions of dollars before,
all on my own, I can do it again.

And if she thinks she's coming near
a single penny after this, she's on crack.

Uh, so it's okay if I take this chair.

The chair stays.

Hello, old friend.

Time to make a withdrawal.

Any luck finding Roan's car?

Nothing yet.

This would go a lot faster
if we had help.

Look, Birkhoff needs time to cool off,
and, honestly, so do I.

So, what happened at the house
when you got shot?

I don't know. I got trapped
and he grabbed a gun and then nothing.

He went all deer-in-the-headlights
on me.

Yeah, I guess Birkhoff's
not used to firing at people.

The only time
he shot at someone was...

- Carla.
- Yeah.

Damn it.

Got him! Ah, this time
the troll was going over the bridge.

Yeah, that's her.

Running it through
facial recognition now.

Veronica White.

- Currency dealer.
- We got the who.

Now the when and the where.

This could've taken hours,
but I checked toll-booth cameras first.

I narrowed the time frame...

...knowing Roan drives
like a little old lady.

Why? Because I am awesome.

What? Birkhoff always gets to brag.

Unh! Bow down before ShadowWalker!

Oh, my gosh.

Rising from the ashes, about to become
a millionaire for the second time.

Need you to stay where you are.

Do not move. Put them up
where I can see them. Let's go!

- They're up.
- Come on, hacker boy.

You're under arrest. Get up. Get up!

Veronica's company hired a truck. She's
delivering a big shipment this afternoon.

- No, she's not.
- That's what I'm talking about.

We know the money
is going to Division.

We need to grab it before
Percy sends reinforcements.

There's at least four roads we can take.
We can't stake them all out.

We go after the truck
leaving Veronica's building.

When we know which road
they're taking...

We can get ahead of it.

Uh-oh.

What?

Suffolk County Police Department ran
Birkhoff's prints through their system.

After they arrested him.

They took him into custody
an hour ago at the request of the FBI.

- Where?
- Holding him in Riverhead...

...until the FBI can retrieve him.

How did they catch him?

He accessed an old network
he'd stolen money from before.

The FBI laid a trap for him years ago.

For some reason, he tripped it today.

Well, his mistake is our lucky break.

Send a team. I want to make sure he's
in our custody before the FBI gets there.

Feds will be here in an hour.
Unless they get stuck on the LIE...

...in which case we'll bring you
some dinner.

Hey, so, what's the deal?

You don't look like
a terrorist or anything.

- I'm not a terrorist.
- Sorry.

Listen, I got no idea
what's going on here.

I get a call from the FBI.

They tell me to drop everything and
pick up some schmuck in a coffee shop.

They don't tell me your name
or what you're wanted for.

You got a wallet with four different IDs
that are not real...

...and your fingerprints don't match
any file, anywhere.

Just call me curious.

Sorry, Deputy Curious...

...but I've been tortured by the best
of them, never gave up anything.

So don't think your little good cop
routine is gonna get you jack.

Because it isn't.

- Let's talk about this.
- We got an alert, so did Division.

Birkhoff designed both systems.

Percy's gonna know where he is
and he'll go and grab him.

We're closer to where Birkhoff is being
held than Division. We have a moment.

- Let's talk, let's make a plan.
- Okay. Okay.

When Birkhoff entered Division,
they erased his old identity, right?

Standard protocol.

That means the cops have no idea
who they have.

All they know is to hold him
until the FBI gets there.

- We can use that.
- Guys, I hate to be the one to ask...

...but what about Percy
and Birkhoff's money?

This might be our only chance.

I don't know if we have time for that.

No, Alex is right.
The truck's our last shot.

You two go and stop it.

You're going after Birkhoff?

I'm bringing him home.

The clock starts as soon as
Veronica's truck leaves the building.

We have an hour to grab the cash.
After that...

We'll be right in the middle
of Division's backyard.

All right. Here we go.

What?

Three trucks? What, did Percy convert
his millions into ones and fives?

- They're decoys. We can only follow one.
- Which one?

I vote number three.

We have a one-in-three chance
of this being the right truck.

You know, we could use satellite images
and measure the distance...

...from the bumper to the ground. See
which truck is carrying the heavier load.

Hey, I saw it in a movie once.

Do you know how to do any
of those things you mentioned?

No, not really.

The one person who might know
is a little bit busy right now.

Okay, buddy. Your ride's here.

Special Agent Foster, meet John Doe.

Hello, John. Nice to see you again.

You're all they sent? Guy on the phone
made John Doe sound pretty dangerous.

The guy on the phone
is deeply stupid.

Johnny Boy's not a threat to anyone.

Unless you let him near your computer,
cell phone...

...programmable coffee maker,
anything with a computer chip, really.

He's that good?

He once broke out of the CIA
using a Blu-ray player.

Deputy Mannion,
please see the desk sergeant.

You have visitors waiting.

- Um, excuse me a minute?
- Yeah. Take your time.

I got a lot of paperwork to sign.

- What are you doing here?
- Saving your ass so I can kick it later.

What about Percy's money?

You're more important than Percy's
money. Get your stuff.

I have a feeling that visitor
is here for you.

- FBI? Division?
- Probably both.

Hands off the wheel! Hands up!

Don't do anything stupid.
Open the back.

Lucky number three not so lucky.

I don't get it. Her credentials looked fine.
Just like yours.

Sir, it seems someone beat us here.

FBI?

Nikita.

You've got a green light. Engage.

Don't worry about the mess.

Start crafting a cover story.
We're gonna need it.

Sorry about this.

First you get shot,
now you gotta wear that suit.

The bullet I can handle, the suit and
the blouse we'll have to talk about later.

Hey! Stop! Hey!

Hey, guys! Hey, stop!
I'm gonna call for backup.

Division. Definitely Division.

Drop the gun now.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Hey.

Come on, let's go.

I've got Birkhoff. Where are you?

Percy's running a shell game.
He hired three trucks.

We stopped one, but it was empty.

He knows we're after his money.

Percy's gonna send in everything.

I want every available mobile unit
scrambled for escort.

- Roll heavy.
- ETA for rendezvous is six minutes.

Where were you when the trucks split up
and how long ago?

Uh, Forty-First and Sixth.
It was about 15 minutes ago.

If we look at the distance
from the tailgate to the ground...

...and cross our fingers no one forgot
to check their tire pressure...

- Yeah, I got one truck riding low.
- See, I told you it was a thing.

I guess Birkhoff saw the same movie.

It just got off the parkway.

He's heading south on Old Mill Road.

You think we can
we catch up to him?

A truck is not as fast as a car.

Even if you stop it,
you won't be able to offload it...

- ...before Division gets there.
- Damn it.

Percy's gonna get his money.
And Division stays in business.

Not if you destroy it.

Did he just say...?

Nikki's right, there's no time
to grab the cash. So we burn it.

Birkhoff, are you sure?

That's not just Percy's money,
it's your money too.

I'm looking at the big picture.

In the big picture, Percy can't win.

Just do it before I change my mind.

Three minutes to ETA.

Truck's almost to your position.

You got two minutes before
Division crashes the party.

Go!

Truck's stopped, driver's out.
He's clear.

Wish I could see
Percy's face right about now.

Escort team is one minute out.

Sir, may I ask what was in that truck?

Nothing that can't be regained.

I'd like to report an accident.

The most expensive
single-vehicle accident in history.

Sounds great.
See you back at the house.

You okay?

I got you shot.

Before, when I froze.

I keep going over it in my head,
you know?

I had the gun in my hand.

I knew I had to shoot, I looked at him
and all I kept seeing in my head was...

Carla.

The first time you kill someone...

...it stays with you for a long,
long time.

I really wish you would've
talked to me about it.

It seemed a little insensitive.

"Can I cry on your shoulder
about the time...

...I killed that person you loved
so much?"

I know.

But we gotta talk,
otherwise people get shot...

...or arrested.

Okay?

Okay.

Compelling work.

We both know things
are rarely what they appear to be.

There's always something going on
beneath the surface.

Have we met?

I am a great admirer of your work.

And that of your associates.

I'm here because I think I'd be
a valuable addition to the group.

Which group is that?

- The one without a name.
- Ah.

Not sure I've heard of them.

There's another group,
smaller, less powerful...

...here in the States.

Called themselves Oversight.

I'm not sure if that's generic or arch.

Bit of both, maybe.

They tried to get in my path, and
so I had to move them out of my way.

But then I'm not telling you
anything you don't already know.

Well, I must confess...

...I have no idea what you're talking
about or why you're talking to me.

I'm more than willing
to prove my worth.

And you don't have to do anything.
All you have to do is watch.

I'm sorry. This has been
an amusing diversion...

...but I really don't think
I can help you.

Although, I do love a good mystery.

I heard about
a mysterious explosion yesterday.

The police seem to think
that someone blew up a truck...

...filled with U.S. currency.

Now I find myself wondering...

...how does one hope
to prove themselves...

...when all his money is burning on
the side of a New Jersey county road?

Money isn't everything.

Not sure if I said this...

...but, uh, thanks for coming
to my rescue back there.

After what I said...

We had a fight.

Doesn't mean I'm gonna
throw you to the wolves.

You weren't wrong.

You did lose all your money.

Yeah, well, I probably shouldn't have
blamed you for that.

By the time I saw what
Damascus was doing, it was too late.

I'm a little mad at myself for that.

- You couldn't have known that.
- Heh.

How do you think I made my money?

I mean, I used a keyboard,
but it's the same idea.

Trick some arrogant rich guy
with a fake log-in screen.

It looks secure,
so he lets his guard down.

He gives you everything you need
to walk his money out the back door.

Whoa!

- Courtesy of ShadowWalker. Heh.
- Yeah, heh.

Yeah. He was pretty good.

I remember this one headline:
"Who Is ShadowWalker?"

It had a silhouette
and a question mark.

Had a bounty on my head
and everything.

Division erased all that.

That money...

...was the last remaining evidence...

...that I used to be something
more than some computer geek.

You are more than some computer geek.
With or without the money.

You know, when I'm out there,
risking my life, you are my lifeline.

You're the voice in my ear
telling bad jokes...

...and getting me out safely.

You are irreplaceable.

And one of a kind.

That's a good thing, because I don't
think the world could take two of you.

- Hey, ShadowWalker.
- Food.

Hey, you been messing around
with my computer?

What is that font, anyway? Papyrus?

It's a crime against nature
and my eyeballs.

Yeah? Well, maybe this
will make up for it.

I know. It's nowhere near
how much you lost.

But it was the best I could do
on short notice.

Besides, you'll be able
to double that in no time, right?

Bless your heart.
Are you sure you wanna give this to me?

I handed our last bankroll
over to a con man.

Damascus conned Percy
and half of Interpol's "most wanted" list.

- I think you're in good company.
- Well, we are gonna have to double this.

The way Nikki blows through money,
it's like her greatest talent in life.

- I'm starving.
- Mm.

Here.

I want to strap it on like a feedbag.