Nikita (2010–2013): Season 2, Episode 22 - Crossbow - full transcript
Nikita realizes the best way to stop Percy is to go into the belly of the beast - Division itself.
We're one of the top satellite
facilities in the country.
I'm talking tracking,
telemetry, control.
Only NORAD's got more birds up there.
Let me show you the command center.
Really glad to have you here.
We're seriously understaffed.
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
These motherboards.
Where are they?
What?
These haven't been
active in 20 years.
Get 'em.
There's not a lot of hardware
around that can run these.
I don't know who'd want them.
I do.
It's going to take
some time to install these.
They're ancient by today's standards.
Then you must treat them
as you would a precious artifact...
With great respect.
The fate of the world
lies in your hands.
So do be careful.
You were born here.
And you were always
meant to die here.
Division is going
to change the world.
He's planning something big.
First, he's going nuclear.
Welcome home, Nikita.
It's okay.
I'm awake.
Morning.
Hey.
Good morning.
Mm.
We should get going.
I don't have to be anywhere.
I can't get him
out of my head, Michael.
Percy.
I never thought he'd come
between you and me,
at least not here.
He's this close
to getting a nuclear weapon,
and everything goes quiet.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Storm's coming.
Impressive, but weird.
- It's not weird.
- It's not normal.
You're the judge of what's normal?
- It's voodoo, man.
- What is?
Good morning.
Uh...
Fletch here is the data whisperer.
I figured Percy is gonna need
engineering help
with his nuclear plans,
so, I'm trolling through
the CIA data Kendrick gave us
to see where he might find it,
and I happen to notice...
That three former
aerospace guys in their 60s
all died from natural causes
in the last two weeks.
What's weird about that?
Well, an expert swimmer
drowns in his pool,
then a guy with no coronary
problems has a heart attack,
and the last one dies
from anaphylactic shock.
But he never had any allergies.
Anaphylactic shock
was a Division staple.
We used that all the time.
So just for giggles,
Johnny mnemonic here
has me run a check.
Turns out all three of these guys
were posted
at Maxwell air force station
back in the mid-'80s.
Like I said, voodoo.
They were working on
a classified satellite project
called "crossbow"
along with two other guys...
Henderson and Mizuyama,
both of whom are still alive,
as far as I can tell.
What would Percy want
with a satellite?
Communication,
intelligence, navigation...
Navigation.
Damn it.
What?
Well, the early ballistic missiles
used navigation satellites
for targeting.
If Percy was able
to hijack one, then...
He could use it to guide a missile.
He's already got
enough plutonium for a warhead.
Get Alex and Sean over here.
I gotta call director Kendrick.
I'm in with the president,
hammering out the final details
on the Afghan-Taliban peace treaty,
so this had better be good.
I think we know what Percy's up to.
It's got something to do
with Maxwell air force station.
How the hell do you know
about the attack?
What attack?
I just got a call from Maxwell.
Some gunman took out the staff
and stole control hardware.
- They I.D. Him?
- Security cameras caught him,
but he doesn't appear
in any of our databases.
That's because he doesn't exist.
Another one of Percy's ghosts.
Here's the security tape
from Maxwell air force station.
- Robbie.
- Who's Robbie?
He's a recruit.
He snapped.
He went on a shooting spree
inside Division.
We were told he'd been canceled.
- Fake death special.
- Yeah. Tell me about it.
You got enough to run a facial recog?
Sure. Coming up.
Hey, Alex.
Are you okay?
I knew him.
For a minute,
I thought I could save him.
I know.
You know, I get why Percy
wants to hijack satellites,
but why kill retired engineers?
What we do know
is they want him dead,
which means we want him alive.
Percy's making his move.
We gotta get ahead of him, guys.
Any luck finding the other two?
Nothing on Mizuyama,
but ol' Henderson...
Feds keep track of guys who used
to have top secret clearance.
Last entry's 16 years ago.
Says he's off the grid.
Dropped out of society?
Colloquially, yeah.
Literally, off the electrical grid.
No bills from the power company.
- So how do we track him?
- Propane.
Propane, power source
of choice for the off-grider.
And you can't get a big tank
without making a deposit, so...
Yeah, sometimes I amaze even myself.
Got my own magic, voodoo man.
Donald Henderson recently
purchased two tanks of propane
near an abandoned shipyard in Philly.
Okay, so he's still alive.
Maybe.
Or maybe not.
Shadownet just coughed out
a hit on Robbie.
Security cam has him boosting
a motorcycle in a back alley.
Birkhoff, if he's after Henderson,
we're too late.
Can you warn him?
Wait, hold on.
It's a false alarm.
Robbie's not heading to the shipyard.
In fact, he's not
even in Philadelphia.
He's in...
Upstate New York.
Adirondacks, route 86, headed north.
That's away from Division.
Where the hell's he going?
Let me take him.
- Please?
- Okay.
You guys find Robbie.
Michael...
We go after Henderson.
Dr. Henderson.
You're from the government,
aren't you?
No.
See? That's what you always do.
Whoa, whoa.
You lie, you lie about who you are.
We just want to talk to you.
Yeah? That's the way
it always starts.
Next thing you know,
you got electrodes
attached to your privates.
Tell us about project crossbow.
If you're not from the government,
how do you know about crossbow?
Look, we don't have a lot of time.
Yeah? Too bad.
'Cause I got nothing to say.
It's over, it's finished.
I moved on.
I suggest you do the same.
If you won't talk to us,
tell us how we can
reach Keith Mizuyama.
He's in danger, and so are you.
We need to reach him.
He's dead.
Ten years ago, cancer got him.
What's Robbie doing
in the Adirondacks?
Who the hell's Robbie?
He's the guy who stole
the control boards.
Somebody's after crossbow?
Wait a second.
You're not telling me those
fools actually got it online?
What do you mean, "got it online"?
The satellite's already in orbit.
I know, I put it there.
Oh, man.
I knew it, I knew they'd
find a way to make it work.
Nothing gets in the way
of our military boys, no, sir,
especially not scientists.
It's my fault.
Look at me.
I thought I could save mankind.
What did I do?
I gave it a way to commit suicide.
How is this your fault?
What does crossbow do?
You have no idea, do you?
Henderson?
Now what?
What is this place?
What's with the flying saucers?
Your tax dollars at work.
Some kind of...
Government research reactor.
That's the bike Robbie stole.
You think Mizuyama's here?
For his sake, I hope not.
Alex, we don't have to worry
about Mizuyama anymore.
According to Henderson,
he's been dead for a while.
Nikita, we're standing
outside a nuclear reactor.
If Robbie isn't after this guy,
what is he doing here?
Spotted him.
All right, I gotta go.
Hands.
Alex.
Never thought I'd see you again.
Likewise.
On your knees.
Walk away and I won't hurt you.
I'm the one holding the gun.
You have no idea
who you're dealing with.
See, I'm not that same
recruit you once knew.
Neither am I.
I'm a cleaner now, Alex.
You know how many people
I've dissolved in acid?
You were friends with this guy?
It's no fun living alone
for this long.
Lot of meals spent by yourself.
It's not cold.
Birkhoff, we found something.
Bringing it back.
You got a way to play Betamax?
What are you doing here, Robbie?
I know Percy's up to something big.
Well, if you won't tell me
what you're up to,
at least tell me how you got here.
We were told you were
going to be executed.
So was I.
But then Division
saved my life again.
Said that I showed them something,
some depth they didn't know I had,
the way I murdered those guards
without hesitation.
They made you a killer, Robbie.
I am a killer.
Percy's the only one that
doesn't want to change that.
In fact, he's made me a better one.
I tried to get you out.
I offered to sneak you
through those vents.
And I know why now...
'Cause you're a traitor.
Percy told me
how you turned on Division.
Percy's the one
who turn on Division.
Bet you don't even know
what you're doing here.
Whatever it is, it's probably gonna
get a lot of people killed,
yourself included.
You didn't save my life, Alex.
Division did.
I'm willing to die for them
if I have to.
What do you make of this?
Can't tell if it's
a transmitter or a receiver.
I'd say let's beat it out of him,
but I think he'd only enjoy it.
Where did you dig up that thing?
Found it in a box
next to my parachute pants.
Let's hope he didn't
tape a ball game over it.
Hello, I am Dr. Donald Henderson,
lead scientist of project crossbow,
which is the key component
of president Ronald Reagan's
strategic defense initiative.
SDI's mission: To shield the nation
from a Soviet nuclear strike.
Crossbow will be
a series of military satellites
equipped with particle beam weapons.
Once in orbit, these satellites
will target and destroy
incoming Soviet missiles.
Guess there's a reason
they called it star wars.
"Star wars"?
This thing worked about
as well as the phantom menace.
It's a missile defense system
that couldn't hit any missiles.
That's why they pulled the plug
before it even got off the ground.
Then why does Percy want it?
What does he know that we don't know?
Before he died,
Henderson was so freaked out
that he thought they'd
gotten crossbow online.
Maybe they did.
What if Percy's satellite
isn't meant to guide missiles?
What if the satellite is the weapon?
Birkhoff, I thought
you said this thing
couldn't hit
the broad side of a barn.
Well, it couldn't
hit a moving target,
but it might be able to hit
a fixed object on the ground.
Wait, it can reach the earth?
If this thing had enough juice, yeah.
You're talking about a lightning bolt
that melts through
anything in its path.
How do we stop it?
You ask the scientist
who built it to find a weakness,
only they're all dead.
So if Percy got rid of
all the guys who could
disarm it, then...
He basically has control
of his own personal death star.
Where's Ryan?
In Washington, briefing Kendrick.
Good, get him on the phone.
We need to bring one of
the higher-ups into this.
We can't... we can't
stop this on our own.
What makes you think Kendrick can?
I had someone else in mind.
If we weren't in the oval office,
I'd swear that I was being punk'd.
I assure you, Mr. President,
this is not a joke.
Do you have any proof?
Fletcher's been working
with a team of covert operatives
who've been monitoring the situation
for quite some time now.
And you trust these people?
With my life, sir.
So I'm under threat
from something that
this government created,
though I wasn't told about it.
- Actually, two threats, sir.
- Excuse me?
They're also in possession
of a satellite weapon
from the SDI program.
The boards are green.
You have full control
of the satellite.
All right, excellent.
Task crossbow to...
These coordinates.
Let me take her up for a spin.
I know you killed those people
at the satellite base.
I know if I turn you over
to the military,
you're going to disappear down a hole
for a very long time.
And part of me doesn't
want that to happen.
I remember when we were recruits.
You tried to help me get through it.
You told me to focus on the future,
on the knowledge
that I would get out.
It's hard for me to take
your future away, Robbie.
Let me go.
Not until you tell me what you know.
Percy's no future either.
Do what you have to do.
All right.
Let's get out of here.
I'm sorry, Robbie.
Alex...
Get out of here or
you won't have a future either.
He flipped a switch on
this thing? What does it do?
Nothing, as far as I can tell.
But he thought
it was worth dying for.
Could be anything.
A transmitter, a beacon,
the golden snitch.
Birkhoff, pull me up a satellite view
of the Adirondack reactor.
The satellite fired its retro-rockets
and changed its trajectory.
We no longer have control.
Damn it.
If we had this weapon in our arsenal,
why didn't you tell me about it?
Sir, the CIA was kept
out of the loop, too.
Is that the hot phone?
- Yes?
- My name is Percival Rose,
and I created Division.
Ring a bell?
It's him.
Black ops, deeply covert
branch of your government...
No worries.
We're need-to-know.
And besides, we've spun off
on our own recently.
Spun out of control
sounds more like it.
You are playing with fire.
You might put it that way,
Mr. President.
I have commandeered an SDI satellite
and re-tasked it to a position
above the eastern seaboard.
Hard as that may be
for you to believe...
Our people have been
monitoring the situation
for some time now.
Oh. Kudos.
Glad to have you up to speed.
Now the demonstration
will have greater impact.
What demonstration?
What demonstration?
Watch the birdie.
Okay, what would the military use
to target long range weapons?
GPS, mostly.
No, I mean, like, in the '80s.
Well, they'd get a spotter
close enough to paint the target
with some sort of homing beacon to...
Transmit coordinates.
The facility just had
a big power spike.
I don't see a laser.
Yeah, the beam's invisible,
but it's heating up the reactor
like gas on a fire.
Alex, get out of there.
Last we spoke, you asked
how I hoped to prove myself.
Do you expect me to be impressed
by your feat of so-called
domestic terrorism?
Any hillbilly with a pickup
full of fertilizer and nitrate
could have done that.
But would he have
the most powerful man
on the planet under his control?
Although I'm sure,
to you and your associates,
that title has a hollow ring.
I sincerely doubt you can
play puppet master to the potus.
Then allow me to prove myself.
What would you like the puppet to do?
Let's start small.
A public statement.
If I'm satisfied, we can aim higher.
I'm aiming higher...
Membership in your group.
We'll see.
As far as the president goes,
I've always admired a certain
quote by Edward teller.
I only have a few moments.
He's about to address the nation.
Any word from Alex and Sean?
They're safe, they got out.
Stayed upwind from the blast.
They should be back here soon.
- What is the president gonna say?
- What can he say?
"My fellow Americans, we're screwed"?
If the truth of this comes out,
it could shatter people's
faith in the government.
Maybe that's what Percy wants.
I don't know.
Chaos is bad for business.
Deep down, Percy's all about
his own self-interests.
Ryan, then why hasn't he
revealed his endgame?
He called again.
Percy?
What did he want?
It was an odd request.
I'm going to make some remarks,
then take a few questions.
First off, our hearts and our prayers
go out to the victims
of this terrible tragedy.
At this moment, though
details are still coming in,
it appears to have been an accident.
We were fortunate that this
occurred at a research reactor
and loss of life was contained
to the facility itself
with minimal fallout.
At a trying time such as this,
I am reminded
of what nuclear scientist
Edward teller once said.
"Life improves slowly,
and goes wrong fast,
and only catastrophe
is clearly visible."
His master's voice.
All right, Percy,
you have our attention.
Let's take this to the next level.
Happily...
Provided you're taking me
to the next level.
I feel like somebody
just stuck their hand
up my backside and made my lips move.
What the hell was that quote for?
Some kind of joke?
Assemble my security team.
I want options on how to deal
with this bastard right now.
Yes, sir.
- Hello?
- Well done, Mr. President.
Very convincing performance.
- You got what you wanted.
- That was just a test.
Here's the task.
Tonight, instead of signing
the treaty as planned,
you're going to announce
the peace talks
between the Afghan government
and the Taliban have failed.
We've worked on
that treaty for years.
If we pull out now, the entire
region goes up in flames.
Don't blame me.
I'm just the messenger.
- Messenger for whom?
- Let's keep it simple.
For the time being,
I am your commander-in-chief.
That's ridiculous, I've staked
my presidency on this.
Are you willing to stake
millions of lives on it, too?
Because the next strike
is going to take place
in a heavily populated area,
and you're not gonna
be able to whitewash it.
Scuttle the talks,
or your presidency won't
be the only thing melting down.
You have three hours.
It's as bad as we thought.
I'd say it's worse.
Not only does Percy have
one of the deadliest weapons
ever created,
he's using it
to blackmail the president
into committing political suicide.
President's got to have
something up his sleeve.
The air force could try
to shoot a missile at it
or seals could do a ground assault.
It's too risky.
If Percy gets word of an attack,
he'll trigger the weapon immediately.
Crossbow could get another shot off
before a missile hits it.
Let's face it.
Percy won.
We're probably next.
No, we're not.
He is.
Nikita, I get that,
but what do we do?
We take away his trump card...
The satellite he controls
from Division.
You think I haven't thought of that?
This is ancient tech.
It's all about the motherboards,
not the software.
You can't hack it.
I'm not talking about hacking it.
I'm talking about
going into Division.
Are you kidding?
We can't go at that place.
- Why not?
- Because it's suicide.
So is the alternative.
I've been running
from Division for five years,
running and running and running
while Percy gets stronger.
I am not running anymore.
I don't want to go in there, Michael.
I have to.
Nikki, you have flirted
with the crazy before,
but this is flat-out starkers.
I am not talking about knocking
on the front door, genius.
I'm talking about a surgical strike.
All right, let's
approach this tactically.
What exactly are
we talking about here?
Horrible, gruesome death.
First, we would have to disable
the crossbow control boards,
break in,
fight our way through teeming
hoards of psycho killers,
and make our way down
to the server room,
which is on the ninth sub-level,
a.K.A. The basement of hell.
If we take the abandoned silo
all the way down,
we pass the main levels.
Think about it.
We go in through the exhaust vent...
And straight to the server room.
The hatch was removed
when Nikita escaped Division.
No, it wasn't removed.
It was sealed by me.
We welded it shut
with steel brackets.
We can blow through that.
Okay, but let's not forget that,
to even get to the hatch,
we have to get past the farm,
which is manned
by two full-time sentries,
and don't let
their civilian cover fool you.
Ma and pa Kent
are still Division agents.
Sean and I can handle them.
And you can't kill them.
If they die,
their trackers go offline,
and somebody in ops notices that...
Horrible, gruesome death.
So we'll go non-lethal.
All right.
Birkhoff, you quarterback.
Sean and Alex, you get us in.
Michael and I will infiltrate.
We get down to the server room.
We plant a charge that
can be remotely detonated.
When we exfil, we blow the charge.
Hey, listen, Nikki...
I really hope this isn't
the last time we ever see each other.
Thanks for reminding me, nerd.
I'm the one whose ass is on the line.
I know.
May the force be with you.
Mikey, you can kick my ass
when you get back, okay, buddy?
Will do.
It's crazy, right?
The attack.
It's definitely a hail Mary,
but I think we can pull it off.
Michael, I don't want to do the thing
where I'm deciding for everybody.
You're not.
We all know what we're getting into.
If this goes wrong...
My worst nightmare is dying
in that hellhole without you.
That's never gonna happen.
You can't get rid of me that easily.
Options.
Bunker Buster.
We drop a GBU-28 on them.
It can penetrate
20 feet of reinforced concrete.
It worked in Iraq.
It did, madame vice president,
except this facility was designed
to withstand a nuclear attack.
What about sending in special forces?
All the entrances to Division
are choke points.
They could hold off
ten times their number.
It'd be a bloodbath.
And once any offensive action
is detected,
Percy will instantly
activate crossbow.
So what are you telling me?
That the combined might
of the United States military forces
is helpless against a madman?
In new Jersey?
Thanks, Jack.
Be back for
that baling wire tomorrow.
Easy.
Now we're even.
Nikita, we're on our way.
Meet you at the designated spot.
Listen, you're the only one of us
in there who knows Percy...
And can admit it.
I need you to remain here
as my liaison
while I go back to Langley
and work up those casualty figures.
Wait, sir.
We cannot send in the marines.
That's not up to me.
All we need is a little more time.
Is there something
I should know about?
Not if you ever need to deny it.
I hope to be pleasantly
surprised, Fletcher.
But you're on your own.
Yeah, things are spinning out here.
You better have some good news.
Too soon to tell.
They just started their run.
Straight to the mouth of doom.
Dalton.
Target has eyes on me.
Dalton?
Now I owe you one.
Keep them out of sight.
We'll be back as soon as we can.
Almost there.
Okay, I register
two standard Division trackers.
No other signals
or listening devices.
They're clean.
Nikki, how you guys doing?
Home, sweet home.
- Damn.
- What is it?
Ladder's gone.
Amanda must have taken it out
when she retrofitted
the place for Percy's cell.
Looks like we're gonna have
to do this the hard way.
But there's nothing here
to anchor the rope.
That's why
you're gonna lower me down.
What?
Splitting up
wasn't a part of the plan.
You got a better idea?
At most, there'll be
two techs in the server room.
I get down, I plant the charge,
I'm back up before you know it.
Fine.
I'll go.
Michael, no, you're
too heavy for me to lower.
Not that I'm dissing
your girlish figure.
The first sign of trouble,
you get the hell out of there.
You scare the crap out of me,
but I love you anyway.
I love you anyway, too.
Alexandra Udinov, the traitor.
- Nice to meet you, too.
- What are you doing here?
Is this a Gogol attack?
Or some rogue action with Nikita?
You can't possibly think you can
take on Division on your own.
Doesn't matter.
Whatever you're trying to do,
it won't work.
We'll stop you.
Division will stop you.
How long you been
working on this cover?
Months? Years?
Long enough to see what life
outside of Division is like.
Division is what
makes this life possible.
No.
Division is what is keeping you
from having a life.
If Division dies, you can live.
Gah.
I'm in.
Thank the maker.
Tech support is down.
Okay, the communications
server is the middle column.
Which panel?
The one with all the blinking lights.
Thanks, that helps me a lot.
You're gonna have
to feel around for it.
Find the one that pops open.
Nikita's reached the server room.
Halfway home.
Do it.
You had it wrong.
If we die, Division lives.
The tracker.
Sir, we have a problem.
- They're not answering?
- No, sir.
Send an Alpha team to the barn.
And call the server room.
Server room, this is ops.
Do you copy?
Hello?
Get the security squad
in there immediately.
Do we still have satellite control?
Yes.
Telemetry from the onboard
computer pings back normal.
Let me know if we lose
contact, even for a second.
I want to keep that thing
on a tight leash.
This place, too.
Put us on lockdown.
Access code 73729.
Nikita, you've got
to get out of there.
I just need a minute.
You don't have a minute.
Get out now.
Nikita, do you hear me?
Almost there.
- Nikita, you are burned.
- Not yet.
All right, I'm coming down.
Mikey, don't do it.
It'll never hold your weight.
Okay, we're onsite.
The techs have been neutralized.
Michael, blow the charge.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait.
If I blow this now,
they'll be swarming
all over the place.
You'll be trapped.
You take high, I'll take low.
They're in here!
They're about to find it.
It's our only shot.
- Blow it.
- No.
Blow the charge!
Nikita?
Nikita!
facilities in the country.
I'm talking tracking,
telemetry, control.
Only NORAD's got more birds up there.
Let me show you the command center.
Really glad to have you here.
We're seriously understaffed.
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
These motherboards.
Where are they?
What?
These haven't been
active in 20 years.
Get 'em.
There's not a lot of hardware
around that can run these.
I don't know who'd want them.
I do.
It's going to take
some time to install these.
They're ancient by today's standards.
Then you must treat them
as you would a precious artifact...
With great respect.
The fate of the world
lies in your hands.
So do be careful.
You were born here.
And you were always
meant to die here.
Division is going
to change the world.
He's planning something big.
First, he's going nuclear.
Welcome home, Nikita.
It's okay.
I'm awake.
Morning.
Hey.
Good morning.
Mm.
We should get going.
I don't have to be anywhere.
I can't get him
out of my head, Michael.
Percy.
I never thought he'd come
between you and me,
at least not here.
He's this close
to getting a nuclear weapon,
and everything goes quiet.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Storm's coming.
Impressive, but weird.
- It's not weird.
- It's not normal.
You're the judge of what's normal?
- It's voodoo, man.
- What is?
Good morning.
Uh...
Fletch here is the data whisperer.
I figured Percy is gonna need
engineering help
with his nuclear plans,
so, I'm trolling through
the CIA data Kendrick gave us
to see where he might find it,
and I happen to notice...
That three former
aerospace guys in their 60s
all died from natural causes
in the last two weeks.
What's weird about that?
Well, an expert swimmer
drowns in his pool,
then a guy with no coronary
problems has a heart attack,
and the last one dies
from anaphylactic shock.
But he never had any allergies.
Anaphylactic shock
was a Division staple.
We used that all the time.
So just for giggles,
Johnny mnemonic here
has me run a check.
Turns out all three of these guys
were posted
at Maxwell air force station
back in the mid-'80s.
Like I said, voodoo.
They were working on
a classified satellite project
called "crossbow"
along with two other guys...
Henderson and Mizuyama,
both of whom are still alive,
as far as I can tell.
What would Percy want
with a satellite?
Communication,
intelligence, navigation...
Navigation.
Damn it.
What?
Well, the early ballistic missiles
used navigation satellites
for targeting.
If Percy was able
to hijack one, then...
He could use it to guide a missile.
He's already got
enough plutonium for a warhead.
Get Alex and Sean over here.
I gotta call director Kendrick.
I'm in with the president,
hammering out the final details
on the Afghan-Taliban peace treaty,
so this had better be good.
I think we know what Percy's up to.
It's got something to do
with Maxwell air force station.
How the hell do you know
about the attack?
What attack?
I just got a call from Maxwell.
Some gunman took out the staff
and stole control hardware.
- They I.D. Him?
- Security cameras caught him,
but he doesn't appear
in any of our databases.
That's because he doesn't exist.
Another one of Percy's ghosts.
Here's the security tape
from Maxwell air force station.
- Robbie.
- Who's Robbie?
He's a recruit.
He snapped.
He went on a shooting spree
inside Division.
We were told he'd been canceled.
- Fake death special.
- Yeah. Tell me about it.
You got enough to run a facial recog?
Sure. Coming up.
Hey, Alex.
Are you okay?
I knew him.
For a minute,
I thought I could save him.
I know.
You know, I get why Percy
wants to hijack satellites,
but why kill retired engineers?
What we do know
is they want him dead,
which means we want him alive.
Percy's making his move.
We gotta get ahead of him, guys.
Any luck finding the other two?
Nothing on Mizuyama,
but ol' Henderson...
Feds keep track of guys who used
to have top secret clearance.
Last entry's 16 years ago.
Says he's off the grid.
Dropped out of society?
Colloquially, yeah.
Literally, off the electrical grid.
No bills from the power company.
- So how do we track him?
- Propane.
Propane, power source
of choice for the off-grider.
And you can't get a big tank
without making a deposit, so...
Yeah, sometimes I amaze even myself.
Got my own magic, voodoo man.
Donald Henderson recently
purchased two tanks of propane
near an abandoned shipyard in Philly.
Okay, so he's still alive.
Maybe.
Or maybe not.
Shadownet just coughed out
a hit on Robbie.
Security cam has him boosting
a motorcycle in a back alley.
Birkhoff, if he's after Henderson,
we're too late.
Can you warn him?
Wait, hold on.
It's a false alarm.
Robbie's not heading to the shipyard.
In fact, he's not
even in Philadelphia.
He's in...
Upstate New York.
Adirondacks, route 86, headed north.
That's away from Division.
Where the hell's he going?
Let me take him.
- Please?
- Okay.
You guys find Robbie.
Michael...
We go after Henderson.
Dr. Henderson.
You're from the government,
aren't you?
No.
See? That's what you always do.
Whoa, whoa.
You lie, you lie about who you are.
We just want to talk to you.
Yeah? That's the way
it always starts.
Next thing you know,
you got electrodes
attached to your privates.
Tell us about project crossbow.
If you're not from the government,
how do you know about crossbow?
Look, we don't have a lot of time.
Yeah? Too bad.
'Cause I got nothing to say.
It's over, it's finished.
I moved on.
I suggest you do the same.
If you won't talk to us,
tell us how we can
reach Keith Mizuyama.
He's in danger, and so are you.
We need to reach him.
He's dead.
Ten years ago, cancer got him.
What's Robbie doing
in the Adirondacks?
Who the hell's Robbie?
He's the guy who stole
the control boards.
Somebody's after crossbow?
Wait a second.
You're not telling me those
fools actually got it online?
What do you mean, "got it online"?
The satellite's already in orbit.
I know, I put it there.
Oh, man.
I knew it, I knew they'd
find a way to make it work.
Nothing gets in the way
of our military boys, no, sir,
especially not scientists.
It's my fault.
Look at me.
I thought I could save mankind.
What did I do?
I gave it a way to commit suicide.
How is this your fault?
What does crossbow do?
You have no idea, do you?
Henderson?
Now what?
What is this place?
What's with the flying saucers?
Your tax dollars at work.
Some kind of...
Government research reactor.
That's the bike Robbie stole.
You think Mizuyama's here?
For his sake, I hope not.
Alex, we don't have to worry
about Mizuyama anymore.
According to Henderson,
he's been dead for a while.
Nikita, we're standing
outside a nuclear reactor.
If Robbie isn't after this guy,
what is he doing here?
Spotted him.
All right, I gotta go.
Hands.
Alex.
Never thought I'd see you again.
Likewise.
On your knees.
Walk away and I won't hurt you.
I'm the one holding the gun.
You have no idea
who you're dealing with.
See, I'm not that same
recruit you once knew.
Neither am I.
I'm a cleaner now, Alex.
You know how many people
I've dissolved in acid?
You were friends with this guy?
It's no fun living alone
for this long.
Lot of meals spent by yourself.
It's not cold.
Birkhoff, we found something.
Bringing it back.
You got a way to play Betamax?
What are you doing here, Robbie?
I know Percy's up to something big.
Well, if you won't tell me
what you're up to,
at least tell me how you got here.
We were told you were
going to be executed.
So was I.
But then Division
saved my life again.
Said that I showed them something,
some depth they didn't know I had,
the way I murdered those guards
without hesitation.
They made you a killer, Robbie.
I am a killer.
Percy's the only one that
doesn't want to change that.
In fact, he's made me a better one.
I tried to get you out.
I offered to sneak you
through those vents.
And I know why now...
'Cause you're a traitor.
Percy told me
how you turned on Division.
Percy's the one
who turn on Division.
Bet you don't even know
what you're doing here.
Whatever it is, it's probably gonna
get a lot of people killed,
yourself included.
You didn't save my life, Alex.
Division did.
I'm willing to die for them
if I have to.
What do you make of this?
Can't tell if it's
a transmitter or a receiver.
I'd say let's beat it out of him,
but I think he'd only enjoy it.
Where did you dig up that thing?
Found it in a box
next to my parachute pants.
Let's hope he didn't
tape a ball game over it.
Hello, I am Dr. Donald Henderson,
lead scientist of project crossbow,
which is the key component
of president Ronald Reagan's
strategic defense initiative.
SDI's mission: To shield the nation
from a Soviet nuclear strike.
Crossbow will be
a series of military satellites
equipped with particle beam weapons.
Once in orbit, these satellites
will target and destroy
incoming Soviet missiles.
Guess there's a reason
they called it star wars.
"Star wars"?
This thing worked about
as well as the phantom menace.
It's a missile defense system
that couldn't hit any missiles.
That's why they pulled the plug
before it even got off the ground.
Then why does Percy want it?
What does he know that we don't know?
Before he died,
Henderson was so freaked out
that he thought they'd
gotten crossbow online.
Maybe they did.
What if Percy's satellite
isn't meant to guide missiles?
What if the satellite is the weapon?
Birkhoff, I thought
you said this thing
couldn't hit
the broad side of a barn.
Well, it couldn't
hit a moving target,
but it might be able to hit
a fixed object on the ground.
Wait, it can reach the earth?
If this thing had enough juice, yeah.
You're talking about a lightning bolt
that melts through
anything in its path.
How do we stop it?
You ask the scientist
who built it to find a weakness,
only they're all dead.
So if Percy got rid of
all the guys who could
disarm it, then...
He basically has control
of his own personal death star.
Where's Ryan?
In Washington, briefing Kendrick.
Good, get him on the phone.
We need to bring one of
the higher-ups into this.
We can't... we can't
stop this on our own.
What makes you think Kendrick can?
I had someone else in mind.
If we weren't in the oval office,
I'd swear that I was being punk'd.
I assure you, Mr. President,
this is not a joke.
Do you have any proof?
Fletcher's been working
with a team of covert operatives
who've been monitoring the situation
for quite some time now.
And you trust these people?
With my life, sir.
So I'm under threat
from something that
this government created,
though I wasn't told about it.
- Actually, two threats, sir.
- Excuse me?
They're also in possession
of a satellite weapon
from the SDI program.
The boards are green.
You have full control
of the satellite.
All right, excellent.
Task crossbow to...
These coordinates.
Let me take her up for a spin.
I know you killed those people
at the satellite base.
I know if I turn you over
to the military,
you're going to disappear down a hole
for a very long time.
And part of me doesn't
want that to happen.
I remember when we were recruits.
You tried to help me get through it.
You told me to focus on the future,
on the knowledge
that I would get out.
It's hard for me to take
your future away, Robbie.
Let me go.
Not until you tell me what you know.
Percy's no future either.
Do what you have to do.
All right.
Let's get out of here.
I'm sorry, Robbie.
Alex...
Get out of here or
you won't have a future either.
He flipped a switch on
this thing? What does it do?
Nothing, as far as I can tell.
But he thought
it was worth dying for.
Could be anything.
A transmitter, a beacon,
the golden snitch.
Birkhoff, pull me up a satellite view
of the Adirondack reactor.
The satellite fired its retro-rockets
and changed its trajectory.
We no longer have control.
Damn it.
If we had this weapon in our arsenal,
why didn't you tell me about it?
Sir, the CIA was kept
out of the loop, too.
Is that the hot phone?
- Yes?
- My name is Percival Rose,
and I created Division.
Ring a bell?
It's him.
Black ops, deeply covert
branch of your government...
No worries.
We're need-to-know.
And besides, we've spun off
on our own recently.
Spun out of control
sounds more like it.
You are playing with fire.
You might put it that way,
Mr. President.
I have commandeered an SDI satellite
and re-tasked it to a position
above the eastern seaboard.
Hard as that may be
for you to believe...
Our people have been
monitoring the situation
for some time now.
Oh. Kudos.
Glad to have you up to speed.
Now the demonstration
will have greater impact.
What demonstration?
What demonstration?
Watch the birdie.
Okay, what would the military use
to target long range weapons?
GPS, mostly.
No, I mean, like, in the '80s.
Well, they'd get a spotter
close enough to paint the target
with some sort of homing beacon to...
Transmit coordinates.
The facility just had
a big power spike.
I don't see a laser.
Yeah, the beam's invisible,
but it's heating up the reactor
like gas on a fire.
Alex, get out of there.
Last we spoke, you asked
how I hoped to prove myself.
Do you expect me to be impressed
by your feat of so-called
domestic terrorism?
Any hillbilly with a pickup
full of fertilizer and nitrate
could have done that.
But would he have
the most powerful man
on the planet under his control?
Although I'm sure,
to you and your associates,
that title has a hollow ring.
I sincerely doubt you can
play puppet master to the potus.
Then allow me to prove myself.
What would you like the puppet to do?
Let's start small.
A public statement.
If I'm satisfied, we can aim higher.
I'm aiming higher...
Membership in your group.
We'll see.
As far as the president goes,
I've always admired a certain
quote by Edward teller.
I only have a few moments.
He's about to address the nation.
Any word from Alex and Sean?
They're safe, they got out.
Stayed upwind from the blast.
They should be back here soon.
- What is the president gonna say?
- What can he say?
"My fellow Americans, we're screwed"?
If the truth of this comes out,
it could shatter people's
faith in the government.
Maybe that's what Percy wants.
I don't know.
Chaos is bad for business.
Deep down, Percy's all about
his own self-interests.
Ryan, then why hasn't he
revealed his endgame?
He called again.
Percy?
What did he want?
It was an odd request.
I'm going to make some remarks,
then take a few questions.
First off, our hearts and our prayers
go out to the victims
of this terrible tragedy.
At this moment, though
details are still coming in,
it appears to have been an accident.
We were fortunate that this
occurred at a research reactor
and loss of life was contained
to the facility itself
with minimal fallout.
At a trying time such as this,
I am reminded
of what nuclear scientist
Edward teller once said.
"Life improves slowly,
and goes wrong fast,
and only catastrophe
is clearly visible."
His master's voice.
All right, Percy,
you have our attention.
Let's take this to the next level.
Happily...
Provided you're taking me
to the next level.
I feel like somebody
just stuck their hand
up my backside and made my lips move.
What the hell was that quote for?
Some kind of joke?
Assemble my security team.
I want options on how to deal
with this bastard right now.
Yes, sir.
- Hello?
- Well done, Mr. President.
Very convincing performance.
- You got what you wanted.
- That was just a test.
Here's the task.
Tonight, instead of signing
the treaty as planned,
you're going to announce
the peace talks
between the Afghan government
and the Taliban have failed.
We've worked on
that treaty for years.
If we pull out now, the entire
region goes up in flames.
Don't blame me.
I'm just the messenger.
- Messenger for whom?
- Let's keep it simple.
For the time being,
I am your commander-in-chief.
That's ridiculous, I've staked
my presidency on this.
Are you willing to stake
millions of lives on it, too?
Because the next strike
is going to take place
in a heavily populated area,
and you're not gonna
be able to whitewash it.
Scuttle the talks,
or your presidency won't
be the only thing melting down.
You have three hours.
It's as bad as we thought.
I'd say it's worse.
Not only does Percy have
one of the deadliest weapons
ever created,
he's using it
to blackmail the president
into committing political suicide.
President's got to have
something up his sleeve.
The air force could try
to shoot a missile at it
or seals could do a ground assault.
It's too risky.
If Percy gets word of an attack,
he'll trigger the weapon immediately.
Crossbow could get another shot off
before a missile hits it.
Let's face it.
Percy won.
We're probably next.
No, we're not.
He is.
Nikita, I get that,
but what do we do?
We take away his trump card...
The satellite he controls
from Division.
You think I haven't thought of that?
This is ancient tech.
It's all about the motherboards,
not the software.
You can't hack it.
I'm not talking about hacking it.
I'm talking about
going into Division.
Are you kidding?
We can't go at that place.
- Why not?
- Because it's suicide.
So is the alternative.
I've been running
from Division for five years,
running and running and running
while Percy gets stronger.
I am not running anymore.
I don't want to go in there, Michael.
I have to.
Nikki, you have flirted
with the crazy before,
but this is flat-out starkers.
I am not talking about knocking
on the front door, genius.
I'm talking about a surgical strike.
All right, let's
approach this tactically.
What exactly are
we talking about here?
Horrible, gruesome death.
First, we would have to disable
the crossbow control boards,
break in,
fight our way through teeming
hoards of psycho killers,
and make our way down
to the server room,
which is on the ninth sub-level,
a.K.A. The basement of hell.
If we take the abandoned silo
all the way down,
we pass the main levels.
Think about it.
We go in through the exhaust vent...
And straight to the server room.
The hatch was removed
when Nikita escaped Division.
No, it wasn't removed.
It was sealed by me.
We welded it shut
with steel brackets.
We can blow through that.
Okay, but let's not forget that,
to even get to the hatch,
we have to get past the farm,
which is manned
by two full-time sentries,
and don't let
their civilian cover fool you.
Ma and pa Kent
are still Division agents.
Sean and I can handle them.
And you can't kill them.
If they die,
their trackers go offline,
and somebody in ops notices that...
Horrible, gruesome death.
So we'll go non-lethal.
All right.
Birkhoff, you quarterback.
Sean and Alex, you get us in.
Michael and I will infiltrate.
We get down to the server room.
We plant a charge that
can be remotely detonated.
When we exfil, we blow the charge.
Hey, listen, Nikki...
I really hope this isn't
the last time we ever see each other.
Thanks for reminding me, nerd.
I'm the one whose ass is on the line.
I know.
May the force be with you.
Mikey, you can kick my ass
when you get back, okay, buddy?
Will do.
It's crazy, right?
The attack.
It's definitely a hail Mary,
but I think we can pull it off.
Michael, I don't want to do the thing
where I'm deciding for everybody.
You're not.
We all know what we're getting into.
If this goes wrong...
My worst nightmare is dying
in that hellhole without you.
That's never gonna happen.
You can't get rid of me that easily.
Options.
Bunker Buster.
We drop a GBU-28 on them.
It can penetrate
20 feet of reinforced concrete.
It worked in Iraq.
It did, madame vice president,
except this facility was designed
to withstand a nuclear attack.
What about sending in special forces?
All the entrances to Division
are choke points.
They could hold off
ten times their number.
It'd be a bloodbath.
And once any offensive action
is detected,
Percy will instantly
activate crossbow.
So what are you telling me?
That the combined might
of the United States military forces
is helpless against a madman?
In new Jersey?
Thanks, Jack.
Be back for
that baling wire tomorrow.
Easy.
Now we're even.
Nikita, we're on our way.
Meet you at the designated spot.
Listen, you're the only one of us
in there who knows Percy...
And can admit it.
I need you to remain here
as my liaison
while I go back to Langley
and work up those casualty figures.
Wait, sir.
We cannot send in the marines.
That's not up to me.
All we need is a little more time.
Is there something
I should know about?
Not if you ever need to deny it.
I hope to be pleasantly
surprised, Fletcher.
But you're on your own.
Yeah, things are spinning out here.
You better have some good news.
Too soon to tell.
They just started their run.
Straight to the mouth of doom.
Dalton.
Target has eyes on me.
Dalton?
Now I owe you one.
Keep them out of sight.
We'll be back as soon as we can.
Almost there.
Okay, I register
two standard Division trackers.
No other signals
or listening devices.
They're clean.
Nikki, how you guys doing?
Home, sweet home.
- Damn.
- What is it?
Ladder's gone.
Amanda must have taken it out
when she retrofitted
the place for Percy's cell.
Looks like we're gonna have
to do this the hard way.
But there's nothing here
to anchor the rope.
That's why
you're gonna lower me down.
What?
Splitting up
wasn't a part of the plan.
You got a better idea?
At most, there'll be
two techs in the server room.
I get down, I plant the charge,
I'm back up before you know it.
Fine.
I'll go.
Michael, no, you're
too heavy for me to lower.
Not that I'm dissing
your girlish figure.
The first sign of trouble,
you get the hell out of there.
You scare the crap out of me,
but I love you anyway.
I love you anyway, too.
Alexandra Udinov, the traitor.
- Nice to meet you, too.
- What are you doing here?
Is this a Gogol attack?
Or some rogue action with Nikita?
You can't possibly think you can
take on Division on your own.
Doesn't matter.
Whatever you're trying to do,
it won't work.
We'll stop you.
Division will stop you.
How long you been
working on this cover?
Months? Years?
Long enough to see what life
outside of Division is like.
Division is what
makes this life possible.
No.
Division is what is keeping you
from having a life.
If Division dies, you can live.
Gah.
I'm in.
Thank the maker.
Tech support is down.
Okay, the communications
server is the middle column.
Which panel?
The one with all the blinking lights.
Thanks, that helps me a lot.
You're gonna have
to feel around for it.
Find the one that pops open.
Nikita's reached the server room.
Halfway home.
Do it.
You had it wrong.
If we die, Division lives.
The tracker.
Sir, we have a problem.
- They're not answering?
- No, sir.
Send an Alpha team to the barn.
And call the server room.
Server room, this is ops.
Do you copy?
Hello?
Get the security squad
in there immediately.
Do we still have satellite control?
Yes.
Telemetry from the onboard
computer pings back normal.
Let me know if we lose
contact, even for a second.
I want to keep that thing
on a tight leash.
This place, too.
Put us on lockdown.
Access code 73729.
Nikita, you've got
to get out of there.
I just need a minute.
You don't have a minute.
Get out now.
Nikita, do you hear me?
Almost there.
- Nikita, you are burned.
- Not yet.
All right, I'm coming down.
Mikey, don't do it.
It'll never hold your weight.
Okay, we're onsite.
The techs have been neutralized.
Michael, blow the charge.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait.
If I blow this now,
they'll be swarming
all over the place.
You'll be trapped.
You take high, I'll take low.
They're in here!
They're about to find it.
It's our only shot.
- Blow it.
- No.
Blow the charge!
Nikita?
Nikita!