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- 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?

Nikita?

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.