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Follow me.
W-Where are you taking me?
What? Where are you going?
They'll kill me! They'll kill me!
Let me out!
Don't leave me here!
Stop!
Diver!
You can't have him!
It's over, Nikolai.
Not for us.
Never.
Who are you?
Henrik would have never seen the dawn.
KGB would have sooner slit his throat than see him free.
Okay. Let's get you home.
Come on.
Instead, he returned to Estonia.
Their own Mandela.
Expelled the Soviets, declared independence,
and led them to the promised land.
Diver risked his life that night to save Henrik,
but he also had his own agenda.
More on that later.
Happy birthday.
Thank you.
Yeah. That's right.
July 4th.
Happy birthday.
Happy birthday to your sad,
fading former superpower of a country.
I'll show you a superpower.
You know what...
We need to play it cool at the barbecue.
Tonight.
Strictly professional. Hands off, okay?
I-I can't... I can't promise anything.
Seriously?
I mean, nonstop since you found this guy.
Y-You don't actually think he was CIA, do you?
I don't know. A lot of what he says sounds legit.
Listen to this.
He was the CIA's go-to wetworks man in Berlin
from '83, '84... up to the fall of the wall.
Those dates.
Diver was the best.
Diver would have been the one.
Daniel, please.
And then he just disappeared...
like smoke.
Now you're talking.
For your information...
I will gladly postpone
my 9:00 a.m. meeting with the undersecretary
for breakfast in bed with you.
You know the BfV probably still has the Stasi file on Diver
in the archives somewhere.
I know why you're doing this.
I get it.
But wanting something to be true doesn't make it so.
The years line up.
Berlin would have been his hunting ground.
You think Diver killed your mother?
She was killed with Lukas Becker, who was a traitor.
CIA wanted him dead.
Please.
As a favor for me.
That's a red line I can't cross.
Okay.
Oh, fuck it. Now I need to know.
I'll find out if Diver was real.
Oh, I got a... I got a surprise for you.
Happy birthday.
- Thank you. - 'Cause I know you like presents.
I do.
I'm afraid.
- It'll blow your mind. - Yeah?
I love it. Thank you.
- I got some bad news for you now. - What?
You're not gonna make your 9:00 a.m.
Hey.
No. No.
Hey, Robert.
Fuck you, you fucking fuck!
Okay.
- Okay. - Okay, I love you, too.
Good morning, Chief. Happy Fourth.
Chief, I have COS Warsaw
for you on the green line.
Thank you.
Karen.
How are the Poles treating you?
Good. Good.
Listen, Val, I just got a call you need to know about
from Rafael Torres, who's alone in Tallinn Station.
Says Russia's making a move on Estonia.
Well, I haven't heard anything about that,
but nationalists and Ethnic Russians
being at each other's throats is nothing new, is it?
He claims that advanced Russian forces are already embedded.
We'd like to hand it off to you.
Is this about Henrik Viiding?
He's back on his soapbox, inciting the nationalists,
and he'll have a big stage at their Centennial celebration.
Former PM, full-time folk hero.
Nobody can fault him for loving his country,
but he's got blinders on.
You know, Berlin Station bailed him out 30 years ago.
Please don't tell me that we're still his safe keeper.
Mm, I'm afraid so.
You may need to go in and talk him down.
NATO is worried...
one of its own in Russia's cross hairs.
This is how it started in the Ukraine.
One good poke in the eye, and Estonia's next.
Okay, Karen.
We'll take it from here.
Next time you're in town, don't you dare forget
that you owe me a drink.
Happy Fourth, Val.
You too.
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Gunnar, Gunnar, Gunnar.
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Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Nyea, nyea.
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Nice place. It's very swank.
You've been here before, haven't you?
- No. Never. - No?
Well, I'm glad you're here now.
Irasshaimase, everybody!
- Hey, hey, hey! - Hey, Happy Fourth!
Happy 4th of July.
Okay, I got something for you.
- Oh. - Uh...
Fuck.
Yeah, your Japanese is no bueno.
Okay, well, that was a haiku.
And four years at Tokyo Station, I'll be dreaming in Japanese.
Okay. And I'll be there to visit
because the wasabi Kit Kats are the best.
You better.
Cheers.
Um, what the hell are those two trying to prove?
Who the hell do they think they're fooling?
Are we supposed to play along that
- we don't know they're a thing? - Yeah, I think we are.
- Oh, hi. - What?
Oh, come on. We just bumped into each other in the elevator.
Give me a beer.
Happy 4th of July.
Mm. It's good.
I just got a night action from Estonia.
Ethnic Russians and Free Estonians
are at each other's throats again.
The situation on the ground is very unstable.
But why are we getting a distress call from Tallinn Station?
Because they're understaffed.
Practically shut down.
There's just one guy there... named Torres.
Happy Fourth of July, motherfuckers!
Oww!
Now strong finish!
Strong finish! Everybody in the back!
It's okay.
It's okay, friend.
Yeah, well, Henrik Viiding is making noises again
about pulling down Soviet monuments.
I get it. If I had to walk past
Robert E. Lee statues every day, I'd want to raise hell, too.
You know we didn't save that motherfucker's ass
from a Stasi jail cell that night just to get pulled
into a shooting war with Russia 30 years later.
Daniel, Robert, I want you both to go to Tallinn tomorrow,
and I want you to rendezvous with Torres.
And I want you to tell Henrik Viiding
to keep his hands off those Russian war memorials.
Don't poke the bear.
Big wars... they can start in small places.
Happy Fourth of July, motherfucker.
She's an agent of a foreign intelligence service, Daniel.
You know what you have to do.
- Valerie... - No.
No, don't.
Known for a long time.
I'm actually very happy for you.
I'll clear her as soon as I get back. I promise.
Excuse me.
So, uh, Estonia is your last mission out of Berlin.
You know what? As a matter of fact, it is.
Valerie. We'll get him to listen.
Don't worry.
I'm counting on it.
- Hi! - Esther.
Thank you so much for coming.
Thank you for having me.
It really suits you, you know.
What, this? No, it's ancient.
No. Being in charge.
You make it look easy.
Well, you're not exactly wilting under the pressure, either.
Let's have a toast.
What are we toasting to?
America.
- To family. - To family.
- Cheers. - Come on!
- Cheers. - Prost. Prost. Prost.
Look... the embassy fireworks. Here we go.
Beautiful!
- Hey - Hey.
Diver.
He was real.
Did you get his file?
Lost when the wall came down.
Lost or taken?
I don't know.
Maybe Henrik knows. I'll ask him tomorrow.
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- Howdy. - Hi.
- Where are you going? - Upstairs.
We were told Torres would be waiting.
Hmm. No one's up there. Station's empty.
So, where is he?
What is this, Marine? Why is he off-site?
It's a need-to-know basis, and I don't.
It's not far... down by the water.
- Do you know this guy? - Know him some.
And?
Beautiful.
Well, this is it.
Why is he meeting us in a safehouse?
Over here!
Come on up!
You got to be shitting me.
Damn!
It's nice to see some friendlies.
- Torres. - What the fuck is this?
Fuck you doing here?
The beefy motherfucker in the chair
beaten to a pulp behind me.
Oh, you mean him?
Ebony to my ivory.
Who signed off on this?
I did.
What the fuck's the matter with you?
We need to see your COS.
Uh, he's in Tampa.
Three-bedroom off the seventh green, living the dream.
Oh, buddy.
You've gone way the fuck upriver, haven't you?
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Fingertips.
They're burned off.
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Hmm?
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No Russian.
No speak.
This man is wrong.
He's crazy.
Yeah, I'd have to concur.
The Russians are already making a move.
Little green men in Estonia.
Saw a ghost in the street two weeks ago,
set up surveillance.
Haven't seen him since.
The guy's name is Sergei Basarov.
Know him from Homs and Aleppo.
Sniper.
Took out some good people.
Russian Special Forces?
Spetsnaz. No doubt.
The Russians are already here.
How'd you find this charmer?
Oh, I separated him from the herd.
Set up a trap.
Yeah? What did you use to bait him?
Me.
The chance to stomp a drunk American.
The bar where I found him was full of Ethnic Russians.
No one would pass that up.
So, you bagged this guy because he didn't kick your ass?
He showed military discipline by staying out of it.
He was the only one who laid back.
And he was the only one who wasn't wearing
a St. George ribbon.
Because he wasn't wearing a pro-Russian ribbon,
you think that he was Russian?
They love playing games.
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This says he's Estonian. Says his name's Juho Spota.
Have you checked him out?
- Yep. - And...
It's valid.
I am metalworker.
I am metalworker!
Metalworker. I am metalworker.
Okay. We're out of here. We're gonna go talk to Henrik.
When we get back, this guy's gone.
Say it.
I need to hear you say it.
I'll release him.
But I'm not wrong!
With all due respect, you need to listen to us, Henrik.
Ohh.
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Just leave the fucking monuments alone, Henrik.
You have to try this. Best compote in Tallinn.
I'm...
Thank you, Henrik.
Delicious.
At the Centennial tomorrow,
we need your people to stand down.
Do you know what you're asking?
That monument canonizes our oppressors, our murderers.
29 years ago, we chased the Russians out,
but in their minds, they never left.
For '89, Henrik.
For all we've done for you, you owe us.
Emotions are raw.
We need you to leave the monuments untouched.
The Kremlin is watching.
Oh, fuck the Kremlin.
Thank you, dear.
Fine. Fuck the Kremlin.
But don't think for a second they'll eat shit
while you humiliate them.
"We will protect every NATO ally."
President Obama's words
delivered right here on the Square.
He promised the U.S. would come to our defense.
He sat right where you are sitting and promised me personally.
Yeah, well, that was a lifetime ago.
The world has changed,
and so has America.
You all right?
No. I haven't been right lately.
My wife is dragging me on holiday after Centennial.
So, do we have your word about tomorrow?
Lead your people once again.
They need you. So do we.
Sofia Vesik.
Hey. Meet my friends.
Hi.
Do your friends have names?
I'm Daniel. This is Robert.
- Robert. - Do they have last names?
CEO of Tervik Systems, uh, Employee Number 3 at Skype,
10 million followers at Twitter.
He's exaggerating... worse than my parents.
Sofia! She's a force of nature.
Tell them about your "Sama Kaart" program.
Maybe some other time.
Good to meet you.
Any friend of Henrik's...
Bye.
I'll do what I can to put the pin back in the grenade,
but I'm the old guard.
She might not know it yet,
but the next Prime Minister of Estonia
is sitting right over there.
It must be a hard season for CIA,
battling the ire of your allies around the world.
You can still trust us, Henrik. I hope you know that.
Tell us about Sofia.
Can she be brought into our tent?
You mean America's?
No, we mean ours.
Well, she can't be bought.
CIA will only have her loyalty
if she's persuaded it's best for Estonia.
Is that how Diver brought you into the fold?
You knew him, didn't you?
My name is in the history books.
But he's the one who should be remembered.
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Oh. Yeah. Sure.
100 more years.
Okay, good one.
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We were talking about Diver, Henrik.
Wait a minute. You all right? You want to sit down?
Do you see that?
Henrik?
Halos.
- Okay! - They're beautiful!
We need to get an ambulance, Daniel.
- I'm gonna go get help. - Give us some room.
We were with him when he collapsed.
- How long ago? - 10, 15 minutes.
You got to do something.
I'm sorry. You need to wait over there.
Un-fucking-believable.
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Juho Spota.
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Tell Sergei I'm coming.
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Was he still breathing when you arrived?
No, it doesn't look good.
Okay, if he dies, what's the next domino to drop?
Unclear.
You know, a country in mourning
could snuff out the fire itself
or light an even fucking bigger one.
And what does Torres think?
You know, he's seeing little green men...
Russian operatives blending into the population.
Well, worked in Ukraine, didn't it?
You have no idea.
I d... I don't think we can trust this Torres.
He's a... He's a liability.
You know, I spoke to his CO in Homs,
and he said his IQ was off the charts,
even if he does use some rather unconventional methods.
And Henrik... I-I've seen a heart attack.
This was... This was different.
Robert, what are you saying?
What, you think he was poisoned?
Hang on a second. The doctor's coming.
My team worked tirelessly,
but there was nothing that could be done.
Henrik Viiding passed of cardiac arrest
at exactly 18:39.
Oh, shit. He's dead.
What's our exposure?
Minimal. We can handle it.
Robert, we need answers. Please get them.
That was way more than just a heart attack.
We need to get to the body and get a sample.
Excuse me.
Uh, the men who brought Henrik in?
They're right over there.
I'll see if I can get to him.
Thank you.
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Katja.
Sergei?
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Hey, it's Robert. Leave a message.
Hey, there's no sign of poisoning
on the lips or the extremities, so I took a hair sample.
Meet me at the depot, soonest.
Hey.
How's your mother?
I meant to ask you last night. Sorry about that.
Went well. She's a trouper.
Two stents and a bypass. She's already home.
Well, that's good.
The home part, I mean.
I know it's hard not being there.
Mm.
She's got a lot of friends, people from church.
It's okay.
No, it's not okay. She's your mother.
So, why don't you pick a few dates
and I'll arrange a leave
and you can go and be with her, yeah?
Maybe after I bring in Adeyemi.
Where are we with that?
His son, Dove, is a bit of a player, but...
he's into me.
Adeyemi's warming up.
I'm his new favorite chess partner.
Earn their trust, April.
Get Adeyemi to hand over his tech and then get out.
Talk to me.
Hey. I need two on the next train out of here.
Confirming.
Two out of...
Balti Jaam Depot.
Okay, heading there now.
You're set. I'm sending.
Oh, uh, do you want to talk to Val?
No. Um, tell her I'll call her from the train.
Where is it?
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! No, no, no, no!
Aah!
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Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck.
Oh!
Who did that to you?
I don't know. We need to get out of here.
Ticket's on your phone.
Platform 12.
He had training. He's definitely been in the field.
Spetsnaz? Fuck!
Torres was right. There's something going on here.
Whose side are these guys on?
I don't know.
It's some serious shit, Daniel.
We're up to our fucking eyeballs in Russian operatives.
They got rid of Henrik.
They can't leave any influential peacemakers on the board.
Sofia's a target.
No. You're way overqualified for bodyguard detail.
You're coming back to Berlin with me.
I'm not asking. I have to stay here.
This place is a time bomb. The fuse is lit.
If they get to Sofia, the whole fucking thing blows up.
Daniel, we need proof to take back to Langley.
Here. Get this to Valerie.
- I'll take them with me. - Excuse me.
- Go. I got this. - Daniel.
Daniel.
Yes?
It went to shit, Valerie.
Robert, where are you?
I'm on a train overnight to Warsaw, connecting to Berlin.
What happened?
Daniel.
Is he with you?
No.
Robert, where's Daniel?
We got separated.
I left him there. He's wounded.
I... I don't... I don't know what happened.
Just get home safe, Robert.