Look, Nikita, if this intel is solid, we're talking about a serious attack, and Voss has the weapon. But I can't ask you to help. I can't make you to go to him.
Not this time. Now, here your boy Fletcher thought he's stumbled onto some chatter. Well, guess what. It was all homemade right here in Division, sent directly to his desk. I knew the minute that Voss got away from us in Berlin, there was only one agent who would ever be able to track him down. My old favorite.
No, I called to thank you. Could never have done it without you, Josephine. Take a look around. The shell casings from the Tula cartridges, steel core. That's Gogol's bullet of choice, isn't it? So Gogol is the evil empire, and Division saves the day. All the evidence will be there, right down to the charred remains of Voss' ex-girlfriend. Blow up the car... now.
Upstairs. Go through my bags, pick out which guns to wear, and then I'm gonna get that bomb back. And I swear, if I have to ask you to move again, Ari...
You must be a fan of world cinema. Kurosawa's "Yojimbo", isn't it? The hero positions two warring gangs against each other and gets them to fight for him.
And yet in the end, you're he one who's fooled. I think this show is over. Don't you? As always, my offer still stands. If you can't beat us, join us. Think about it.