Nikita

Six years ago I was taken from prison

and forced to become an assassin for a black ops program called Division

that has now gone rogue.

They destroyed my identity

and they destroyed the man I loved.

I escaped, and now the man that trained me is hunting me.

With the help of Alex, my partner on the inside,

we discovered the location of a black box,

a hard drive that holds our government's darkest secrets

and makes Percy and his Division untouchable.

It was guarded by one of Division's finest,

a man committed to his mission

until they killed the woman he loved.

With his help, I will destroy the black box,

and then I will take Percy and Division down,

and the last word they'll breathe before the end

will be my name.

ONE YEAR AGO

Alex, come on.

You said you wanted to know who I was.

The answer's over here.

Who's Nikita?

Me.

According to record,

I died September 3, 2004,

executed by lethal injection in a state penitentiary.

What is this, some kind of joke?

No, though it may be a truth you're not ready to hear.

Why?

People who forged this gravestone...

Are the same people who killed your parents.

They're called Division.

They started as a black ops assassination program.

These days, they're more mercenary than government.

Alex, your father was a Division target.

They sent a team to your house

that burned it to the ground.

How do you know that?

Because I'm the one

who got you out of there that night, Alex.

No.

I saved your life.

No. This isn't real.

This is not real.

Alex...

I told you you weren't ready.

The clock is ticking, my young Padawans.

3 minutes left before you report to Amanda.

Michael.

Welcome back from Montreal, sir.

What is it?

I thought you might like to discuss me

breaking into your office while you were away.

I'm sure you had your reasons.

What if you had left because someone

was threatening you or blackmailing you?

I had to make sure you were...

When I doubt your loyalty to Division, Michael,

you will know.

The only time I've ever even questioned it

was during your relationship with Nikita.

What relationship?

But we don't have to worry about her anymore, do we...

Now that she's at the bottom of the Saint Lawrence River.

Well, we have no confirmation of that.

I watched her go over the side of that freighter.

I empted a magazine into the water.

I feel confident that our divers will come up with the body

along with that of the agent who died with her.

Who was the agent?

If you don't mind me asking.

Just another solider who couldn't follow orders.

We all know what happens to them.

Glad to see you're awake, Owen.

Don't get up too fast.

You got shot, remember?

Where am I?

We're at my safe house.

You've been in and out of consciousness for 48 hours

since we got back from Montreal.

I took out Percy's bullet.

Hope you don't mind.

I also removed your tracking implant.

Division can't find you here.

You lost a lot of blood.

Uhh!

Where's the key?

Where's the key?!

Aah!

Stop it.

Do it!

Do you know how hard it is

to have a conversation with you?

Apply pressure.

Now, I'm gonna throw you this bottle of antiseptic,

and you're not gonna do anything stupid

like try to drink it or blind me, right?

I don't know how else to convince you to trust me.

Why don't you just let me go?

So you could try to kill me again?

Yeah.

You think I'm responsible for Emily's death?

Before you showed up, we were safe.

I showed up because you lost control of your mission.

I had a plan,

a plan to make it right.

Oh, yeah? What plan was that?

To return Percy's black box, shake his hand,

go and grab your girlfriend?

He would have killed you on sight.

And then he would have sent a cleaner to erase Emily

because she's the reason she lost sight

of your priorities in the first place.

That's what Percy does, Owen.

He destroys the thing you love

so he can get the thing he wants.

What do you want?

Same thing he does?

Find out where I hid the black box?

Is that what you want?

I do.

We'll deal with that later.

Ahh.

Right after I patch you up.

Again.

I'll be watching you the entire time.

If I feel like you're getting off track with the prisoner,

I'll prompt you over the earbud.

Who is this guy, anyway?

Maro is a member of the Al-Myah Al-Myqh, an Egyptian terror cell.

We want him to give up the other members of his cell.

We want names. You have 10 minutes to get the intel.

If you fail, I'll get it myself, but remember,

you're being evaluated.

Try not to fail.

And one more thing, Alex.

What's this?

It's the remote for the electrocution device we put on Maro

in case he needs a little motivation.

How old are you?

18?

19?

You send a child to frighten me?!

The intel we have on you states

your group has been on U.S. soil for the last 6 months.

How many people are you working with?

Since when do you sit in on recruit exercises?

Oh, from what you've told me,

Alex is no typical recruit.

So, what do you think?

Another rising star?

Too early to tell.

Where's the hideout?

I can control the raid

so that your people won't be killed.

And why should I believe your assurances?

What power could you possibly have?

Enough to know about your family in Cairo...

Your wife Helena, your 6-year-old son Oba,

who likes to fly kites.

Give up your people's location,

and maybe you'll get to see them again.

Positive incentives aren't working, Alex.

Maybe it's time to try a negative one.

If you don't answer my questions, I will have to hurt you.

Remember what we discussed, Alex.

Show him you're in control.

Just tell me something.

You think I would betray my brothers? Eh?

They will come for me,

and you and your people will suffer.

Hey, get him out of here.

Why the hell wasn't anyone making sure he was tied up right?!

But we hadn't used metal cuffs,

due to the electric shock.

Move your hand. Let me check.

Probably just bruised your esophagus.

What'd you do, call him a name or something?

You saw the whole thing go down?

Interesting.

I'll go handle our Egyptian friend,

but what about Alex?

Good question.

Come on. Let's get you an ice pack.

Everybody listen up.

You'll spend today's tactics lesson handling sniper rifles,

but here's the rub.

It'll be at one of our off-site training grounds.

The bus leaves in 30 minutes, so gear up

and bring your "A" game.

Hey.

I heard what happened during your eval.

I'm sorry I wasn't there.

I would have beat that guy's head in.

I'm more worried about failing the interrogation.

Look, prisoner's restraints got loose.

That wasn't on you.

Yeah, well, at least we get to go outside,

that's somethin', huh?

Mmm, not really.