Previously on "Berlin Station"...
Otto placed an order.
He wants 120 kilos of Semtex
in Berlin by the 21st.
And that's three days before the election.
- The fuck are you doing here? - Helping you out.
I don't need your fucking help.
I will see things through,
be a good soldier, and when I'm done,
you will get all my restrictions lifted.
What makes you think I would agree
to a deal like that?
Because Otto Ganz is counting on me,
which means you are too, right?
I need to read all your comms going forward,
including operational cables.
- Excuse me? - Your wish is our command.
- You were fucking with him. - Yes and no.
Mostly yes.
The ambassador will have access
to select operations,
but word of this one is not to leave this room.
BB Yates and Captain Kirsch are up to something
they don't want me to know about.
Your loyalties can't be my liabilities, Steven.
I gave 40-plus years to my country,
and they practically handed me a death warrant
as a thank-you note.
Now that's the Steven Frost I want.
Katerina Gerhardt has many secrets.
We can't go about uncovering them this way.
- "We"? - Why not?
Well, I guess my question is... why?
How do we know the PfD isn't running him into us
to figure out what we're up to?
We're trying to tie Gerhardt to Ganz,
And Josef has basically all but confirmed that.
Keep him in play.
Your invitation to the PfD tonight...
does it still stand?
Some items still need decrypting
after imaging Katerina's hard drive,
but we now have a window
into all the PfD campaign accounts, thanks to you.
We know Otto Ganz's order.
We set up the weapon exchange with Daniel.
We track these accounts, live.
We catch Katerina Gerhardt and the PfD
in one nasty act of would-be terrorism.
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My biggest fear...
Stems from a memory.
Keep going.
In the house where I grew up,
we had a long gravel driveway.
92 yards long, 276 feet.
I used to count them.
And from my bedroom window,
I could see cars as they would come and go.
I remember hearing shouting,
and seeing my mom's...
Car disappear.
And my dad says I can't remember
her car speeding away, because I was only
three years old at the time,
that my memory comes from hearing stories.
But the image is...
it's vivid.
And really haunting.
Thank you for your courage.
What you describe
is the terror of separation,
abandonment, loss.
We ask nature for a deeper understanding.
The cells in this leaf
regenerate through mitosis, division.
Chromatids break apart for the leaf to thrive,
growing by the light of the sun.
Let us and our practice be your light,
and there's nothing to fear.
You're a very special leaf.
- Ah. - Here we go.
- Danke. - Sehr gern.
You said you had something serious
to discuss, Richard?
Since I first pitched you this, uh,
side operation,
I've been jockeying with Washington
to reinstate your security clearances.
They've finally seen the light.
We're looking at more than just a local adjunct gig.
You'll be advising the White House
on special projects from here
with an embassy badge to boot.
So is this real, or just hearsay?
The White House doesn't believe they're getting
the full story.
I told them that if anyone could fill the chasm
between CIA and State, it was you.
Wait a minute.
I thought BB opened the floodgates to your offices
with all comms and operational cables, everything.
After Valerie Edwards' sighting at the PfD,
who can be sure?
I've been told nothing about any Station dealings
on that front.
Only mention of busting a domestic terror cell.
Ah, speak of the devil.
Am I early?
No, have a seat.
You've met your predecessor, Steven Frost?
I can't say that I have.
Oh, listen, um,
I'll leave you two the table.
No, stay. Come on, what's the harm
where old friends and new colleagues cross?
Have a seat.
Steven and I were just discussing
the T.S. Eliot poem "Gerontion."
You're familiar with
the "wilderness of mirrors," of course.
In the case of Steven, he got lost in the woods
all because he was fed a fiction by your superiors
instead of the truth.
An unfortunate hazard of the job.
An unfortunate habit of CIA.
Now it's come to my attention
that your Station reports to my office,
to put it bluntly,
are reflecting bullshit
- in my direction. - Excuse me.
Why wasn't I told about one of your case officers
making an unscheduled appearance at PfD headquarters?
My people attend all kinds of events
in order to maintain their embassy cover.
Not after I told you to stay out of the German election,
they don't.
Don't look at him.
Yes, he was there... at my invitation.
But I caught Valerie Edwards' name on that list.
Am I wrong to be concerned here?
The ambassador makes a request plain as day,
and the COS rejects it?
Well, if State has a mandate...
I'm sorry,
I thought you lost your seat at this table
when you were forced into early retirement.
Well, I'm sorry that I really don't buy the mystique
that comes with your reputation.
I mean, someone who bounces from Station to Station
leaves me a little more concerned than it does curious.
Let me make this easy for you, BB,
because I know sometimes intelligence
makes smart people do stupid things.
You tell me what you're really doing,
or I'll have you on the next plane home.
Then you can explain to the White House
what you've been doing with American taxpayer dollars.
In front of a civilian, Richard?
I don't think so.
But you may expect to be briefed by day's end,
or you can put me on the last flight out.
Won't be just her that gets on a plane.
Your buddy Kirsch will have the window seat.
Don't be nervous.
You'll... you'll fit right in.
I'm not nervous. Are you nervous?
I'm nervous, you bet.
You want me to go in with you?
- No, no. - Meet your teachers?
Definitely not.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
All right.
Have a great day!
_
If you wanted to visit the campaign trail,
you could have just asked.
There was no time to set up a meet.
What's wrong?
That hard drive that we got from Katerina's office,
we decrypted those files, but there's one account
that we can't access.
You're the CIA.
What do you mean, you can't access it?
It's protected by a hardware authenticator.
By the time we access that account,
it's gonna be way too late.
Just tell me what you need.
Katerina has a smart card.
Looks just like a credit card with a chip.
We need to gain access to that card.
All you have to do is press it onto this reader,
and it'll send a copy back to us.
Suddenly I'm supposed to be the spy?
Everything's changed.
We have this opportunity to prove that Katerina
and Otto Ganz are planning an attack.
- What do you mean? - To swing the election.
Make it look like terrorism.
Tomorrow we're catching Otto Ganz
purchasing those explosives,
most likely funded by the PfD
and undisclosed accounts
controlled completely by Katerina.
There are cameras everywhere.
Press, campaign staffers.
Even if I wanted to,
I couldn't. Not today.
You're not in this alone, Josef.
I'm begging you to trust me on this one.
I... I have to go before they start to wonder.
The key.
Where the hell is Armando?
It's been a week since you got back.
- You haven't heard from him? - No.
- Your own asset? - One day he calls
from your unscripted trip to Spain.
The next day it's radio silence.
Hector and I left separately from everybody else, so...
I really couldn't tell you.
I lose an asset,
and you bring Hector DeJean back into the mix.
Ester, I didn't have a choice,
and I wouldn't be standing here right now
if he hadn't gotten the job done.
Well, at least one of us is keeping an eye on him.
You put him under surveillance?
I would be a fool not to.
This could hurt me, Daniel. You know that.
We're scheduled to meet with Ganz later today
ahead of the exchange tomorrow.
And the target? Tell me you know that much.
I'm working on it. Ganz is keeping his cards
pretty close to the vest.
What about the daughter?
Is that a sample of the order?
Military-grade Semtex.
Serial numbers support your cover story
if Ganz digs around.
And the rest?
Will arrive from Cologne tomorrow
if you've learned what Ganz plans to blow up.
I can't risk having this on the streets
without the full picture.
Sorry.
It's the daughter.
Lena.
We have a problem.
- What is it? - Not over the phone.
I'm at the bar.
I'm on my way.
Don't fuck this up.
I told her she had to make an appointment.
It's okay, Jana.
You cut in on my business, Steven.
I want you to know I can do the same.
Don't blame me if there's concern
about the direction you're taking.
The only concern you seem to have is how to get
your foot back in the door you were kicked out of.
I didn't give the ambassador reason to doubt the Station.
- You did. - You know, if you cared
the way I'm told you care,
you would go back to him and tell him he is wrong.
The run-in at PfD was for Valerie's cover.
There is nothing more to learn.
You know, this is not just about your job.
The ambassador told me that Robert
will be right next to you on the plane home
if you push this too far.
Stop trying to play the good guy.
You don't do it nearly as well as you think.
Okay. All right, fine. You want to die on this hill?
Fine. Just don't take Robert with you.
And don't tell me how to run my Station,
especially when you have no fucking idea
what's at stake.
Well, well, he lives.
Augustus, how are you?
What are you doing dragging me out to the tracks?
You know how I feel about animal cruelty.
No protest, I got company.
I thought the German on my tail would enjoy the excursion.
- What is it now, Hector? - Don't worry about it.
Meet me in the stands. I got something for you.
_
Here's the money I owe you.
- Told you I wouldn't forget. - Oh, Hector, come on.
You know I'm just glad to see you.
Just fucking take it. You were there
when I needed it. Now, just take it.
Hector, this is too much.
Consider it interest.
Come on, Geist. Come on, come on, baby.
Fuck you!
Fucking A.
Okay. Now you're a fucking curse.
I'll see you later.
Hey.
Hey, loser.
Hey.
I know, I know.
I know, I hate my life too.
Yeah.
You're making me want to cry.
Don't tell me.
Ester Krug sent you.
You need to come with us, Mr. DeJean.
Or do you prefer Chevalier?
And who the fuck are you?
You can come with us willingly,
or my colleagues here can escort you.
"Colleagues."
You might want to lay off that until there's a reason
to party tomorrow.
The police confiscated our cargo van in Hamburg.
Maybe one last gift from that shithead Armando.
Your father produced 100 grand
out of thin air in less than an hour.
What's the problem getting another van?
We need to steal a clean one
so there's no trace back.
He doesn't know, does he?
Wow.
A lot of secrets in the Ganz family, huh?
My father has enough to worry about, okay?
If you're asking me to get my hands even dirtier,
I want to know what you're planning.
Oh, he didn't tell you about the target either, did he?
- Are you gonna help me or not? - I'm listening.
I found a lot along the river where we can lift one.
So why not recruit one of your father's minions?
Because anyone I ask would tell him
that they had to clean up my mess.
Right. You've scouted security?
- Some stupid Turk. - Armed or unarmed?
No van today, no exchange tomorrow.
Come on.
Make the call, Lena.
We do it or we don't.
You know, if you're gonna carry a weapon,
you should learn to conceal better.
Let me see it.
Walther PPQ. Nice.
It's my father's.
Of course.
German-made.
What the fuck are you doing?
This is how we used to pass the time in the battalion.
You take it apart... barrel, spring, recoil...
and then...
you see how fast
you can reassemble.
I left the safety off.
Your father didn't teach you?
Keeps a weapon, but he doesn't show you how to use it?
Plans an attack, but he doesn't let you in on the target?
He doesn't trust you.
You don't know what you're talking about.
The latest polls show a tightening race
for the Bundestag as the Far-Right PfD party
continues to rise in what may be
the closest German election in decades.
I apologize for being late.
Let's please use the SCIF.
So I think it's understandable
that Josef is hesitant.
So in other words,
he's refusing to cooperate?
No, he's asking for more time.
Does Emmerich understand the narrow time frame we have?
Well, yes, of course he does. He also understands
the consequences if he gets caught.
- He'll be finished. - Well, tough shit.
He never should have put the bait on the lure.
Isn't this where we lay the mouse trap?
I don't think he's prone.
Money and ideology, maybe not in his case.
But what politician these days isn't prey to coercion?
He's clean, Robert. April did the background check.
We'll have to do better than blackmail.
BB had me do some extra digging
on his credit cards, travel and phone.
I found some irregularities a few years ago
with frequent purchases in a section of town
outside of his usual routine.
You do realize this is when his wife
was having cancer treatments, right?
That's what I thought it was about as well,
but then I looked a little closer,
and I saw that his cell phone metabase
regularly was placed outside of a residential building
across town at night.
Filtering through the tenants with the contacts on his phone,
I found a woman's apartment.
The nurse who had been treating his wife.
I'd say the threat of being outed as the next John Edwards
to me qualifies as coercive.
I hope you understand the risk
this man took coming to us.
I mean, is this the message we want to send out?
Intimidation by scandal? Really?
After coercion comes ego.
Take your pick. Could mean take him to bed.
Why can't we just wait a beat?
Because this isn't a debate.
Is that clear?
Loud and.
Um...
April, could you give us a minute?
What was that?
We're about to meet with the Germans
to green-light an operation for tomorrow,
and the team is dithering.
Is that why you've been crawling out of your skin?
Or is there something I don't know about?
There's a lot you don't know, Robert.
That's life.
These people.
What the fuck
- is a mung bean, anyway? - I don't know.
But I am hungry.
That was not a meal.
But only 36 more hours
until our one-on-one with Hyacinth,
and then we're done.
That woman freaks me out.
She seemed to make an impression on you.
Oh...
Is that your greatest fear? Abandonment?
Hey.
You know I'd never leave you, right?
They way your mom did.
If someone from the Farm had told me five years ago
that I would be bugging a cult leader
in order to nail her oil tycoon acolyte,
- I wouldn't have believed him. - Hey, hey... hey, hey, hey.
Don't change the subject.
Bullshit as this place is,
I'm glad I got to chime the triangle when you spoke.
I felt like I was... I was holding you up.
Me too.
Come on, let's test it out.
All right.
Testing.
Testing one, two, three.
If you can hear me,
marry me.
Three stones.
One for each year I've known you,
each of which has made me a more generous human
because I get to wake up every day
knowing you're in my life.
Six postings for you, four for me.
Let's make this the last one, head home after,
plant some roots together.
Come on, don't take the COS gig in Belgium.
Come on, if you do, we may never get out,
never make it to... our next phase.
I mean, we both know
the Brussels Station is a shitshow.
It's not worth your energy to fix.
Marry me instead.
We'll go to Belgium on our honeymoon.
I can't answer with all these evil eyes watching us.
Okay? When we're done here?
Hector DeJean.
Thomas Shaw.
Andrew Chevalier.
A man of many identities,
or none at all.
What the fuck are you doing dragging me in here
like I'm on some fucking terror watch list?
Oh, don't shut the window.
You're on so many lists, Hector,
I could hold you for as long as I want,
and no one would think twice.
I assume Robert and BB
don't know about this little stunt of yours.
When partners don't do what's in their best interest,
do it for them.
You never cease to amaze me, Ester.
The moment we close tomorrow's operation,
you are gonna leave Berlin for good and never look back.
Aww. We'll still get to be pen pals, I hope.
I'm not fucking around here, Hector.
Trust me, Ester,
when I'm done with this shit,
I'm saying auf Wiedersehen
to you and to Berlin, but right now,
Andrew Chevalier has an appointment with Otto Ganz,
which you don't want him to be late for.
You smell nice.
You don't.
Okay, guard's moving. Let's go.
There's the box.
I'll get the van. You open the gate.
Shit.
Hey.
_
Do it.
He'll have a police sketch of us up in an hour.
_
Lena. Fucking do it.
We don't have time.
Okay, I'll take care of it.
Give to me and get in the van.
Go on. Move.
Go.
Oh, God.
What did you do with the body?
You don't want to know.
What?
I didn't see this side of you when we watched your father
bash your dead boyfriend's head in with a crowbar.
He was a fucking traitor, not my boyfriend.
It's okay to feel something, Lena.
Doesn't make you any less devoted to the cause.
You know, it's none of my business,
but if I were you,
I'd want to know exactly what I was getting involved in
before risking that much jail time.
I know... I know it's fucked up he didn't tell me,
but my father needs me.
And what about you?
Hmm?
What do you need?
A way out of here, I guess.
So we're just gonna bluff our way through this meeting
without access to Gerhardt's account?
We can't afford to let the Germans get cold feet.
Even though we don't have a way to track the money yet?
We're out of time, Robert. We either do this thing
tomorrow, or we don't do it at all.
They're gonna want to know we're all systems go.
Well, just turn on your charm.
Keep 'em busy until Valerie comes through.
Danke, Herr Duwal.
I didn't expect to hear from you.
Well, I didn't like the way things were left.
Neither did I.
_
- Beer? - Oh, no. No, I shouldn't.
Two beers.
Oh. Guess I should.
So have your people found a workaround to our problem?
Unfortunately, yes.
That doesn't sound reassuring.
My superiors aren't quite as willing
to accept your reluctance as I am.
Are you trying to intimidate me, Valerie?
I'm trying to protect you.
From what? Blackmail?
Josef, please don't forget
that you're the one who reached out to us.
No, I reached out to you.
Don't you see that?
Why did you let me kiss you the other night?
To string me along?
To keep me in play?
What have your people found?
The affair when Lili was battling cancer?
In my background check, I found nothing of the sort.
You would make a very good politician,
Valerie Edwards.
Would a background check tell me
why a woman of your beauty and your intellect
is single at her age?
Occupational hazard, I suppose.
Shouldn't you be offering me a pile of cash
to buy my cooperation?
Well, if I thought you'd stoop to it, I would.
What other tricks are up your sleeve?
Right.
Josef, I don't want to compromise you any further.
We'll find another way,
but I can't promise you any more contact.
You're cutting me out?
But you can't have it both ways,
and I hope you understand that.
We're very grateful for everything you've done
for us so far.
The rest of the day is back-to-back campaign stops.
It is like I said, there is no opportunity today.
And what if I created one?
How do you mean?
I can get Katerina away from her bag
just long enough for you to pull that card.
Show me the card reader again.
What about the tactical assessment?
We have GSG-9 positioned
with snipers and SWAT to take in Ganz
at the same time we bring in Gerhardt
for financing the purchase.
Yes, but neither is aware of the target until
the operation is underway,
to prevent any further security leaks.
Is that relevant to our discussion?
_
It's confirmation that the monitor on Katerina's account
will be up and running within the hour.
Nothing is green-lit until it is.
We've carried you this far, haven't we?
If there's anything else, Robert and I will be in touch.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
What was, uh... what the hell was that all about?
You, uh... first you rip into Valerie this morning,
now you rip into the Germans?
What's going on?
Hanes knows we're blowing smoke up his ass.
Oh, come on. How?
Ask your good friend Steven Frost.
He's in bed with the ambassador.
No fucking way.
They knew Valerie was at the PfD.
He smells fish wafting up from the Station.
Gave me an ultimatum to tell him everything.
Oh, really? What kind of ultimatum would that be?
The kind that involves a recall to Langley.
Oh.
Okay, so what do we do?
We push through with tomorrow,
so we come out on top,
and he looks like the asshole that he is.
Uh, I'm... I'm sorry.
Hello?
Yes, this is he.
Okay.
Oh, okay.
Uh, yes I... I will. Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Everything okay?
Uh...
Yeah, it's just... it's, uh...
my, uh, principal at my son's school.
Noah got in a fight.
He's been in a mood since he got here.
You know, he's just all over me,
scratching at the question of what it is that I really do.
He will not...
Could...
Could you do me a favor?
Would you ever consider coming out with us
and pretending to be my boss
at the Office of Regional Affairs?
I'm not good with children, Robert.
He's 13.
I'm gonna be camped out at the office
until really late tonight,
getting ready for tomorrow.
Yeah.
I get it.
Take my hands.
There's nothing to fear...
unless your practice is insincere.
I'm committed to the path.
Who are you, truly?
BB...
This is not your true name.
Nickname I've had since I was a kid.
Who gave it to you?
My dad.
How'd you get the name Hyacinth?
What's that scar behind your ear?
My cousin shot me with a BB gun.
Hmm.
Children can be cruel.
No more so than life.
You believe that?
It's been my experience.
There's a darkness hanging over you.
Your fear.
Abandonment and loss.
They told you it was not your fault
that your mother left,
but deep down, you blame yourself.
You think
if you'd somehow been different,
maybe she would've stayed.
You're afraid,
afraid if anyone knows your true self...
they'll leave you too.
That's why you hide
behind a childhood nickname.
No, she's... she's upset.
She's upset, she... there's... there's something wrong.
No, it's all part of the process.
Huh?
Yeah, they cannot be disturbed.
Your disguise may provide false security,
but I see you.
I see through the lies.
You must live an honest life,
or you'll continue to lose the people you love.
This is... I... I am gonna...
- No, no, no, no. - No, I... I... I don't...
- No, no, no. - I... I... no, I don't like this.
We're getting out of here right now.
Get your hands off!
Get him out of here!
Calm down.
- Calm down. - You'll be fine.
Don't be rough with him. You'll be fine.
- What is going on? - I'm so sorry.
I apologize for his behavior.
We'll go now.
Nice of you to show up.
Not a moment too soon, I hope.
Lena doesn't know the target.
She's as much in the dark as we are.
- And this is good news? - Maybe.
Let's just keep playing 'em against each other,
see what happens.
Where's the van?
It's here.
So why don't the plates match?
The original van ran into trouble.
But it's fine. I replaced it.
_
English, please.
Mein Deutsch no es bueno. I need to know what's going on.
It was my responsibility, okay?
No, it's my responsibility.
It's my decision.
You know better.
What do I know? I know nothing.
Please stop telling me it's for my own good
to keep me in the dark.
Okay, Otto, can I have a word in private, please?
Get out.
This is fucked up.
What the hell was that for?
It's for your own good, Lena.
It's about time you stood up to him like that.
You want to hide your cards from me and Trevor,
I get it, but I do not need
a family drama in the same space
as 120 kilos of fucking Semtex.
Now, you handle your daughter, Otto, or I walk.
- I will handle her. - Now, I'm no father,
but what I saw just now and I saw in Spain
is you treating your most loyal asset
like a fucking dog.
I'd bark too if I were her.
I didn't ask for your opinion.
No, but you asked for my cooperation.
You want to keep her hands clean,
don't bring her to the exchange tomorrow.
She's in or she's out.
Tomorrow's not the time for emotional baggage.
Think on it.
I don't understand why he was so resistant.
He has more to gain than anyone with Gerhardt's downfall.
Is this based on your long history
of recruiting agents, April,
or more rookie conjecture?
It's based on the facts at hand.
Showtime.
So far, so good.
Hello?
Did he do it?
Hard to tell.
That wasn't so difficult. See?
Easy for you to say.
Where are you?
Just up the road.
- Silver car. - Oh.
Your cab driver played his part very well,
to the tune of 1,000 euro worth of damage.
No worries. We'll take care of everything.
It is more than auto insurance I need, Valerie.
Josef, I told you, you have my word.
Just your word?
I'm gonna check verification to make sure we're good to go.
Yep, we got in.
Well done, Josef.
When do I see you again?
I'll update you soon. I got to go.
Valerie...
Valerie.
You don't need to deal with that now?
Deal with what?
- You got a lot of homework? - Uh, yes.
- What do you got? - Oh, my God.
Uncle Steven!
Noah? Oh... oh!
Look at you.
My gosh, you're almost as tall as your dad.
I used to carry you.
I could still do it.
Oh, yeah, I can do it. I got it.
Oh, boy. Just like the old days.
- You losing your hair yet? - No, it's still there.
- Oh, can I have some of that? - Hey.
Go get started on your homework, all right?
I got to talk to Uncle Steven.
I'm gonna make you a snack.
- All right. - I've got to go call my mom.
Wow.
When did he get here?
About a week ago.
Look, Robert, I don't know what BB told you.
Enough to make me wonder
what gives with you and Hanes.
Well, that's about as much your business
as the Station's is mine.
Not if it infringes on Station business,
for fuck's sakes.
Don't make me talk to a wall here, Steven.
You know, I told you
not to mess around with Hanes or the new administration.
- It's... it's career suicide. - I'm a big boy now.
I can think for myself, thank you very much.
You're thinking with your dick, my friend.
"Friend"? Give me a fucking break.
You know, it's one thing to sleep with the boss,
something else to fall asleep at the switch.
Okay so who the fuck are you walking in here, huh?
Talking to me like that, shilling your processed foods,
opening doors for Big Pharma,
bouncing around town with your Rolex
from one boozy lunch to the next.
Well, you got me there, Robert.
But...
I still don't think that disqualifies me
from trying to talk some sense into you.
Did BB tell you the terms
of Hanes' request for full disclosure?
Yeah, as a matter of fact, she did,
but I hate to be the bearer of bad news.
Her getting sent back home
doesn't get you your old job back, Steven,
No, she gets sent back home,
and then you take over as acting chief?
Yeah, well, that wouldn't be the first time, now, would it?
No, Robert, it wouldn't, but I don't think
it's gonna happen this time.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Huh?
Ask your boss.
I'm just a corporate shill and a has-been, remember?
Testing. Testing, one, two, three.
If you can hear me, marry me.
Testing. Testing, one, two, three.
If you can hear me...
Marry me.
No, Dad. No, no.
I don't even land in Billings until 9:00 at night.
I know. I'm excited to see you too.
Does he know about us yet?
He will soon enough.
Testing.
Testing, one, two, three.
If you can hear me, marry me.
You sure about this?
No, I've changed my mind.
Morgan?
Do you know what you want?
Have not looked yet. Um...
I didn't know you came here, Robert.
- BB. - This must be Noah.
Your dad talks about you all day.
- I'm sorry, who are you? - This is BB.
BB Yates. U.S. Embassy.
So do you also work at the office of...
Regional Affairs
for US Economic, Political, and Cultural Interests
in the Central European Sector, yeah.
But I know it's very boring,
and it doesn't exactly fit on a business card.
Uh, would you care to join us?
That okay with you, Noah?
Yeah.
We were just about to order.
Thank you.
What are you having, Noah?
Noah?
BB asked you a question.
I don't know.
Uh, we've... sorry. We've had a long day.
I'm sure it's a lot.
You're in school, right? In the city?
Yeah.
I went through the same stuff when my folks divorced.
I didn't know that about you.
So who did you end up living with?
My dad, but you're very lucky to have both your parents.
Mine didn't know what he was doing.
Maybe my dad could call in for some tips
on what not to do.
Oh, now you're funny.
Excuse me, I have to use the bathroom.
Thank you. You came out.
You didn't... you didn't have to.
Seems like he's gonna be fine.
So where are we with the whole Hanes thing?
No one's going anywhere, Robert.
Thank you, BB.
What a surprise.
Come in.
- Hope I'm not intruding. - No, not at all.
Wow.
Lovely place.
What do you say in English?
Bachelor pad?
I moved in after Lili died.
Quite the collection you have here.
Most nights they are my main form of company.
You're sure I'm not imposing.
I'm very happy you're here.
I wanted to thank you
for everything you've done for us.
It helped us move forward, you know?
I have to admit, it was kind of exciting.
Is that why you do it?
No.
Why then?
Same reason you're a politician, I suppose.
To effect change.
Beneath the surface differences,
we have this in common.
There was one other option today, wasn't there?
But you didn't try it.
I want you to know that I...
I destroyed your files.
My marriage with Lili was over long before she got sick.
Cheers.
You don't have to explain any of that to me.
You could have called to tell me all that.
No?
- Mm-mm. - How come?
Because I wanted this.
_
Yeah.
_
All right.
Let's send this motherfucker back to the hellhole
where he belongs.
_
While I do appreciate all you've done for the Station,
I like to do everything myself.
I'm sure that you understand.
Call me in afterhours. I hope this is worth it.
It's everything.
Give me the short version.
Far-Right terror attack to tilt the election
to the PfD.
Tomorrow's march, Oberbaum Bridge,
made to look like ISIS.
Does Gerhardt know about this?
Katerina Gerhardt financed the whole thing.
And you kept this from us until now for what reason?
There was no time for rigmarole
when we first got wind a couple weeks ago.
Besides, these days,
who's to say there would have been support?
To stop terrorism?
We didn't know that part at first.
To stop the PfD.
You yourself said you wouldn't brook any interference
in the election.
What am I supposed to conclude from that?
That this isn't 1970s South America
where the CIA made us a bad name.
Even if for a good cause.
The rise of the Far Right being preferable
to the rise of Communism?
We'll leave it at that, BB.
You did the right thing coming to me.
Oh, I did what you forced me to do.
And now the mission rests in your hands,
and I hope you sleep well tonight
knowing a lot of peoples' lives are at stake tomorrow
if you don't decide to shut us down.
Shut you down?
No, I wouldn't touch this with our rooftop flagpole.
You won't tell Washington?
Let me put it this way,
should you succeed and apprehend
your targets tomorrow,
then both of us share the victory.
But if you fail,
then I expect your resignation.
Deal?
Kirsch
is off the table.
Did you really have to reassign Susan?
She's been here, like, 20 years.
Couldn't you just let her ride out the desk till retirement?
Security breeds negligence, Roger.
And given the size of the hole in the Station,
you're probably gonna have to let go
of a few other things too.
Rashid Khan, CEO of United Petroleum,
was indicted Thursday for shorting oil prices
at his company.
Self-proclaimed spiritual guru, Hyacinth Svoboda,
on whom he openly relied for guidance,
is also facing charges.
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